Yesterday I was giving thanks to my friend Sally for turning me onto the anti-comedic stylings of Dan “The Poet Man” Songer. Working for an audience of none in what appears to be his backyard (he calls it Tranquility Hall), Dan’s act will bring joy to your heart and/or make your head and ears hurt.
In each installment of his comedy act you learn more about his life. Like that he uses online dating sites and has trouble with women. Or that he has published three books! Or that he has “been in the entertainment industry since 1984” and got his start writing humorous songs on bar napkins.
The whole business reminds me of that Patton Oswalt bit about the hidden joys of judging open mic stand-up.
1.”I got that tan going on. That glowww, you know?”
2.If I were “Julie,” I would be running for the fucking hills right now. Because the dude’s subliminal insertion of her name into the first two segments wasn’t exactly subliminal. “Petra,” too.
3.”Look what they’ve done to my name, man.
They’ve taken it down to a low-down dirty shame.
Look what they’ve done to my name.
My name is Daniel Songer and I’m going to take it to fame.”
4.The shorts. Obviously.
5.The gang-signs.
6.The pelvis. What’s happening with that?
He has trouble with women because he lives with his mother (who obviously has a heavy hand in his wardrobe choices) and he is more than likely a hairdresser at the Valley Crest Community Retirement Villa where he works mostly for the insurance to keep his mood elevator prescription filled.
For Dan’s enlightened view on Mexicans be sure to check out part 25:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQDJZ0KzDHs…