It’s Tuesday, and I gotta tell you, I’m still whirling from Festival Supreme at the Santa Monica Pier on Saturday. While many are calling it the Coachella of comedy, I think it was more like musical comedy’s Woodstock: a collection of legendary talent brought together for one brief, shining moment, never to be assembled in such a way again, or at least not until they roast Miley Cyrus on Comedy Central. (Hey, hey – who’s the comedian now? Rimshot!)
You want to talk about your jam-packed lineups — this place was positively star-studded. Who were my personal favorites? You’re about to find out.
Megan Mullally and Stephanie Hunt are Nancy & Beth, who appear to be their old-timey blues/revival alter-egos. Who also rap. It sounds weird and it is, but rest assured, it’s hilarious. I’d expect no less from the illustrious Megan.
Craig Robinson & The Nasty Delicious brought their R&B stylings to the Omega Stage Supreme before a huge crowd, most of whom enthusiastically sung along with Craig’s signature jam, “Take Yo Panties Off.” I spotted several t-shirts in support of the “Take Yo Panties Off” movement as well. Apparently it’s gaining steam.
Best non-musical set of the day went to Patton Oswalt, whom I like to think of as the deputy mayor of Twitter (after @robdelaney, of course). He delivered an intensely funny set at the Club Intimacy stage, where we were packed in like hot dogs to see him. You heard it here first, guys, straight from the man himself: “Florida is not America’s dick. Maine is America’s dick.”
A lifelong comedy dream was fulfilled as I got to see Adam Sandler in the flesh, and just like in my fantasies, he played “Piece of Shit Car.” I can still remember hearing that song for the first time in junior high and crying with laughter. It was the funniest shit I had ever heard, and sometimes it still is. Saturday was one of those times. My personal bias aside, Adam Sandler could be doing a lot worse at 47. He’s still funny, and I still love his singing voice. Also, as you can see, he still dresses like he’s fifteen, so it evens out somewhere, right?
At last! The D! Jack Black had appeared on many a stage throughout the day in support of his fellow entertainers, and he finally took his rightful place beside D-man Kyle Gass for the day’s big finale. What better way to end a day packed to the gills with musical comedy? I can think of one.
The Lonely Island was Tenacious D’s surprise special guest, to the utter delight of the worn-out festival attendees. (I’m not one to complain, but it was a mite crowded on the pier that day.) To put it in proper perspective, that’s like Michael Jackson being the surprise guest at the Pink Floyd concert. It was a divine collaboration. JB sang the Michael Bolton parts on “Jack Sparrow.” Think about that.
As awesome as these acts were, they didn’t even comprise half the festival’s lineup. Zach Galifianakis, David Cross & Bob Odenkirk’s Mr. Show Experience, Reggie Watts, Monty Python’s Eric Idle (and special guest Billy Idol — you had to be there), Sarah Silverman, Garfunkel & Oates, Demetri Martin, Triumph the Insult Comic Dog (with another surprise special guest, one Conan O’ Brien), and many more performed. It was an exceptional gathering of comic and musical talent, and I feel fortunate to have been able to attend.
So, JB, KG — next year, same time?