Pat McCurdy is an old old friend of mine and today I found some clips of Pat in action on Youtube.
First clip:
Wow, you think he’s into Gilbert & Sullivan? hahahahaha
Oh – and at the end, as he’s coming to the big finale – he kind of makes his voice go whispery and intense – and to quote Mitchell: it is pure liquid bullshit (the highest of compliments in our world) – and it just makes me LAUGH.
Also:
An all-time favorite. “I never thought forgetting you could be so easy ….”
And this one:
Listen to that audience. You are loved, Pat McCurdy!!
I can’t explain why I find him so perpetually amusing and entertaining. I’ve been going to his shows for, good Lord, forever now? I don’t even want to think of how long. I NEVER get sick of him.
There are gestures he does. Like there’s one near the beginning of “Screw You” (22 seconds in, to be exact) – a kind of swoopy double-armed move – that is so STUPID, and yet – SO FUNNY. I am thinking about it now, and I am laughing out loud.
There are lyrics. There is audience participation. But there’s also a constant whiff of Gilbert & Sullivan that floats around everything he does – that just … it just strikes me as sooooo funny.
I am never over it. Love it.
One last clip below. Gives you KIND of an idea of the raucous-ness of his live shows. Also – the melodrama – he’s so … melodramatic. Like every song is part of Edwin Drood or something. It cracks me up!!
“spawn of Satan”? hahahahahaha
Listen to the audience chiming in. And I love how he basically demands more applause at the end. I love that about him. MORE, MORE, MORE!
“Peyton … fucking Manning!”
Nothing like a Pat McCurdy show. Nothing at all.
Ann – when you read this, for whatever reason the following anecdote popped into my mind yesterday (Oh, I know why – because I kept writing “Learn boundaries” in my Dean Stockwell post):
I think it was at a show at Hoghead McDunna’s and I believe Pat had some instant drunkenness going on – you know what I’m talking about. We loved it when he got instantly drunk. hahaha You and I were sitting there, having a great time – and he was coming up to a break, and he said something to the entire audience like, “I’m gonna take a 15 minute break now … so please … feel free to sexually approach one another ….”
You and I DIED … we just were like: WHAT? Feel free to what?? and you shouted up at him: “LEARN BOUNDARIES.”
I don’t know – that came into my head yesterday and I burst out laughing, even though it’s an anecdote from the Pre-Paleozoic Era of our lives!
One more story and then I’ll be done: Speaking of his whole “more more more” quality – one of my favorite Pat stories (and they are legion) is this: He and I were in Rhode Island. We had gone to Foxwoods and had the most hysterical time gambling. I took pictures in the casino and got in trouble. I drove him around my old haunts. I showed him the house on Ocean Road where I lost my ………… luggage. He was enthralled. “Over there? Right over there?” Goofball. He spoke in a bogus New England accent and made jokes that everyone was named Ezekiah or Jebediah. “Ezekiah, batten down the hatches – a nor’easter’s comin’ down!” he kept declaring. So stupid. So fun. We went out for seafood at George’s (Rhode Islanders in exile may swoon with homesickness now) – and we had beer and then went for a walk on the beach. It was a full moon. The beach was spectacular. I felt as though my homestate were showing off for Pat – putting on her finest clothes, letting him see her at her best. The tide was low, there was a huge moonpath in the water – we walked silently – it was absolutely gorgeous. A perfect moment. Pat was like a little kid, staring around him. Then he said, eagerly, “Wouldn’t it be perfect if there were like little flopping dead fish on the sand?” (Okay, so first of all – I love it that THAT was what he thought was missing … but that’s not the point of the story.) He said that, and I stared around – at the full moon, and the ocean and the lighthouse – and said, “Man, it’s never enough for you, is it?” And he just LOST it. My comment took him so by surprise – and I had just nailed him – not with scorn or contempt – it was a simple observation. Pat was dying. “It isn’t! It’s never enough!” Hours later, we were still laughing about the two of us walking thru this dream-like perfect scene of nature – and him wishing for more.
Okay….what??? Wait.
WHAT?????
He’s a genius. A Genius, I say!
I love, love, love “I Have My Moments”. That’s brilliant. I loved the verses that didn’t make it in. And honestly, is there anything funnier than adding the “f” word to someone’s last name?
No. I’m sorry.
There isn’t.
Alex – hahaha
I know.
I love, too, everyone chiming in!!
Albert FUCKING EINSTEIN!!
member when I played you his song about the lesbians? The marching song?
“I’m going camping with some lesbians
Tramping thru the woods …”
uhm – what?
I loved your response to it – you were, quite frankly, stunned into silence – then you shouted, “What. the HELL. is wrong with him??” There was then a long pause and you said quietly. “Please play it again.”
He’s kind of a genius. Seriously. Like…Sondheim and Dylan with a weird Joan Baez sounding vibrato.
So freakin’ clever.
And…..I mean honestly….Richard Fucking Simmons? There’s nothing better.
//Like…Sondheim and Dylan with a weird Joan Baez sounding vibrato.//
I am totally gonna tell him you said that the next time I drunk-dial him. He’ll love it.
You’d love him live, Alex – he’s really an amazing performer.
omg..imagine the meeting of Alex Billings and Pat McCurdy???? my two fave live performers…well… a lot of people’s fave live performers…but im a narcissist and since they are both my friends…i get to be extra-special proud…i miss those Monday nights Sheila…crazy fun! i think im gonna go to Pat next Monday with some friends who have never seen him…he’s awesome
heart pang!
And Mitchell – seriously, playing “Camping with Lesbians” for Alex (twice in a row) was one of the highlights of my trip.
The expression on her face as she heard that bullshit Aryan youth tune … like: WHO IS THIS PERSON?
“What the HELL is wrong with him?” she demanded.
Long pause.
“Please play it again,” she said.
I did.
hilarious!…we should have dragged her to see him!
Next time!
Sheila – WAAAAAY off topic, but my husband showed me this site and I had to share – its HILARIOUS!!!
Igudesman and Joo
http://www.igudesmanandjoo.com/video/igujoo_ticket_to_ride.htm
Mitchell – one of my favorite memories ever is when you did Cher in front of that raging straight-boy crowd at Lounge Ax, wearing my sweater over your head – like it was HAIR.
Pat took one look at you and was like: hoooleeeee shit ….
DARK LADY LAUGHED AND DANCE AND LIT THE CANDLES ONE BY ONE
(clap clap)
Genius!!
Oh – and the best part of that whole story is when I turned to look out at the audience – and I saw all those Lincoln Park frat boys singing at the tops of their lungs along with you. Like – what? So funny!
HAHAHA!!!!!! who the fuck did i think i was??????
And also – let us never ever EVER forget the brilliant and deadly serious tango you did with Phil.
Do you remember leaping fearlessly into the air and Phil automatically caught you? You guys were improvising – but Phil was like; Oh. Now I must catch Mitchell.
Then he whirled you around like you were a professional tango team. hahahahahaha
I remember we all were laughing so hard that at one point Ann looked at me, put her hand on her heart and said, seriously, “I can’t breathe.”
Phil! I love Phil!!
Just got to this now. I *totally* remember the “feel free to approach each other…” night. I have so many memories of crazy nights like that one. I owe SO much to Phil Lusardi for first taking me (and you) there. He’s married. Saw Jeff C. randomly a few months ago. I also remember *screaming* “Donna Martin graduated” at the top of my lungs. And remember how everyone then began BEGGING Mitchell to do his Cher at every show? Cute Guy was obsessed with it. Good times… also, look for Knock Things Over on YouTube. The basics of Phil’s translation for the deaf remains. No one does it like Phil, though.
i’ve been watching these videos nonstop since yesterday, instead of packing for college. brilliant, abso-freakin-lutely brilliant. [[send him to my college to do a show…]]
amelie – all booking information can be found by emailing murf@patmccurdy.com. Thats Brian Murphy’s email – I know your college is probably in Pat’s area of influence, shall we say – have your activities committee or whoever email Brian and figure out scheduling/fees, etc.
Ann:
Phil Lusardi is the cause of it all. How much did that man start?? How many cosmic tumblers began clicking because of him?? He’s why we met! He’s why I met Pat. I mean – that alone!!! I need to send him a gift! Or else punch him in the head. Depending on my mood.
I love Phil – I’d love to see him again.
And I love Jeff, too. Mitchell runs into Jeff occasionally.
What ever happened to Pepper? And Bill G.??
And Bronwyn and Lady Elaine!