Archive for October, 2007

Time Out NY Article

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

Jane Borden wrote an awesome article about me in this week’s issue of Time Out NY. I think she just might’ve captured the essence that is Rob Latham. Check it out (you can also go to the actual article by clicking the title below, or maybe even buyin’ up a hard copy.)

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TONY Approved: Rob Lathan

The comedian stars in his own theater of the absurd.

By Jane Borden

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This is the third in a series profiling comics who’ll appear Nov 9 in the New York Comedy Festival showcase Time Out New York Approved.

The humor in Rob Lathan’s bits—bits, because they aren’t really characters or sketches—can be garnered from their titles: “Angry guy brushes teeth to Rage Against the Machine,” “Half-assed suicide-cult member,” “John Kerryoke.” His work is top-heavy, based on instantly funny concepts that are then executed with brazen simplicity.

Lathan, who performs Monday 5 at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre, his home base, recalls a conversation he had with frequent collaborator Will Hines. “I told him I had an idea to do the Electric Slide on stilts. He goes, ‘Anything else?’ And I was like, ‘Nope, that’s it.’ ”

While witnessing this dance performance—perhaps when he appeared on America’s Got Talent to the utter bewilderment of Regis Philbin—there’s a moment when you yourself realize, Nope, that’s it: He’s really just going to do the Electric Slide on stilts. That’s when his work transcends awkward into the realm of brilliant.

“When you watch him,” says UCBT artistic director Anthony King, “you’re thinking, This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen. And also, This guy’s a genius!”

His most requested bit is “Speed Eater,” which Lathan, 31, has performed on Best Week Ever, during VH1’s election coverage and on MTV’s Human Giant marathon. He brings out a table loaded with food (jugs of milk, buckets of chicken, multiple bags of chips and cookies, etc.), announces that he’ll eat it all in one minute and then earnestly tries to. After failing, he says, with despondent sincerity, “I guess I couldn’t do it.” Then, after a long pause, he adds, as if he’d just thought of it, “I wish I had more time.”

“My whole life I’ve been perceived as dim-witted or out of it,” says Lathan. “So playing that character comes naturally.” Indeed, he speaks slowly, has an awkward stage presence and displays the kind of unswerving optimism typical of the slightly insane. It all works to his advantage, allowing him to manipulate the crowd’s preconceptions. “Rob somehow makes himself simultaneously smarter and dumber than his audience,” King says.

It’s hard to tell when Lathan’s in character: The line between the person and the performer is blurry at best. This can confuse his friends; Lathan thrives on the bewilderment surrounding his persona. He doesn’t correct people who mispronounce or write his name as “Latham,” and has even taken to signing e-mails and flyers with the misnomer, leaving many in the comedy scene unsure what his name really is.

Once, at Fenway Park, he left his seat for the concession stand and accidentally reentered the wrong corridor. When his friends noticed him looking for them in the wrong section, they screamed his name. Lathan pretended he couldn’t hear them, exited and reentered through a different hallway. They screamed again; he played dumb again. The pattern repeated until his friends finally got wise.

After hearing about the prank, local scene-makers Improv Everywhere staged it as a large-scale stunt in Yankee Stadium. This resulted in entire sections of the stands screaming “Rob!” in an effort to lead him home. Some groups even started a chant: “Where is Rob? Rob’s retarded!”After a recent performance, one of his friends remarked that everyone thought Lathan was funny in college. “He was just weird and goofy,” she says, “but now I’m wondering if that was all part of a joke.”

Rob Lathan performs Mon 5 in Crash Test and Nov 9 in Time Out New York Approved (stay tuned for details).

In Your Face, Jimmy Kimmel

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

Jimmy Kimmel spent the past week flying back and forth from LA to New York for five days straight. This is impressive. BUT did he go to Italy while he was on his whirlwind tour? Didn’t think so, Kimmel. I did. Not only that, but I also flew to LA right after my trip to Italy. (Of course I didn’t fly back and forth from NYC to LA five times. I just did it once. So, yeah, actually you probably got me beat, Jimmy. Sorry for the aggressive thread title, Mr. Kimmel. Can I still be on your show sometime?)

First I went to Italy with the wife-y. It was for a wedding. The wedding was at villa in Tuscany near Sienna. It was pretty sweet. But really it was just a typical weekend for me. I’m always making quick excursions to villas in Tuscany. Here’s the view of Sienna from our villa.

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Then wife-y and I spent two days in Florence. Of course Florence has amazing architecture, art and most importantly, food. Another good thing about Florence is that it is very compact. So you can see pretty much all of it in two days. Which we did.

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This is the view after hiking up to Piazza Michelangelo.

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This is the Ponte Vecchio.

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This is our tiny ass hotel, as showcased by Niki. The shower curtain in the bathroom only made it about half way to the floor. So when you took a shower, water flooded the entire bathroom and seeped into the rest of the room.

On Wednesday, October 24th (for all you log takers) we flew back to New York. I had about four hours to unpack my clothes from the Italy trip, pack stuff for the LA trip, and do a last minute photo shoot for Time Out New York (another typical activity for the Lathanator.)

Early the next morning I flew out to LA to do my show, Get Psyched, along with Adira and Shelks. We pretty much ruled Hollywood. Here’s a pic of Adira and Shelks outside of UCB LA.

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I actually spent most of my time driving around LA, looking for parking spaces. On one occasion I was sort of stranded in Hollywood. Adira was gearing up for her show on Friday night, Shelks was in a movie, and it would have taken way too long for me to drive back to Scott Mahoney’s place in Santa Monica (where I was staying) . So I decided to head up to the Hollywood hills looking for an answer of some sort, when I stumbled upon this sign…

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It looked like it was intended for me. So I decided to answer it and call my mark.

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However, if you look closely you can see that I’m actually pointing to the left of the sign. So I guess I just missed my mark. Oh well. Maybe next time, Hollywood. Maybe next time…

My Andy Kaufman Award Entry

Monday, October 15th, 2007

So I submitted a video to be a possible contestant for The Andy Kaufman Award. It’s actually a pretty big deal to win this thing. You win $5,000. But more importantly, you get respect in the comedy community. It’s tough to win though. First a panel of judges picks the top 8 contestants who submit and flies them out to Vegas. Then those 8 contestants perform at Caesar’s Palace and a winner is chosen. So the first step is to have one of the top 8 submissions. Click the link below to view my submission.

Voices in My Head

It’s from a performance at UCB at a show called School Night. Hopefully it’s good enough. Feel free to give it a good rating if you like it.

Interesting tidbit: I used to do this bit years ago and have recently revived it for The Andy Kaufman Award. The last time I had performed it was at the very first Osgood-Schlatter Show at UNDER St. Marks in January of 2002. But when I did it, the tape didn’t play for the voice-over to come in and say, “you suck”. So I simply told bad jokes. The audience thought I was telling my real jokes that I thought were funny. After that show I vowed never to do the bit again. But now…I’ve gotten over it. It’s a fun bit to do. Especially if it gets me to Vegas.

Steve Jobs Knows His Shit

Tuesday, October 9th, 2007

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Steve Jobs is smart enough to know that psych-odometers are the new wave of the future. You should know that too. Come to “Get Psyched!” this Thursday to found out all about psych-odometers.

Get Psyched!
Thursday, October 11 at 9:30*
UCB Theatre
307 West 26th Street (& 8th Ave.)
Cost: $5
Reservations: 212-366-9176 or online by clicking here.

*Sharing the bill with the show, Two Girls for Five Bucks.

Craigslist Gold Digger Post, Comedy Gold That Is

Friday, October 5th, 2007

So I’ve been forwarded this Craigslist “Gold Digger” post about 30 times so far. It’s about a girl who is seeking a rich banker type who makes at least $500,000 a year who then gets “slammed” by an actual rich banker type. It’s the toast of the email forwards at the moment. But actually, there’s an even better post I found on Craigslist. Take a look:

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What am I doing wrong?

I am an amazingly hot 25 year old female model. We’re talking super hot here. Super, duper hot. I mean I am quite the catch. And I’m looking to get married to an aspiring comedian who makes at least $10 an hour at his day job while spending most of his nights performing at smelly, dingy basement theaters all over downtown New York until 2 in the morning. Things would be even sweeter if this aspiring comedian had a prop box at home filled with several useless items designed for his ridiculous comedy characters such as an eye patch, several wigs, a few fake mustaches, a fake gun, a pirate hat, a magic kit, some Freddy Cougar fingers, a Hulk fist, a pair of giant eye glasses, clown shoes, stilts, and a tiny toy guitar.

Are there any guys out there who fit this description? Where can I find you? I dated a guy who had a few props at home, but they only consisted of a disco suit, one fake mustache and an afro wig that he’d only wear to costume parties. And that just doesn’t cut it. I need a man who has a whole lot more of these silly and useless props lying around the house than that!

Also I know of a woman in my pilates class who is married to a guy who is in an improv troupe called “The Ha-Ha Brothers”. They meet every Monday night from 7-10 at a rehearsal space in the Garment District on 37th street and try to perform improv scenes in their tiny, cramped space as loud noises are heard through the walls from the studio next door due to an audition going on for the Off-Broadway show, Stomp. How come I can’t get a guy like this? I’m so much hotter than that girl in my pilates class. So here are my questions specifically:

-Where do these aspiring comedians hang out?

-What type of day jobs do they have? Are most of them unemployed? If so, that’s fine by me. As long as their life consists of open mike nights, rehearsals, prop boxes and neurotic behavior in general, unemployment is fine by me (and actually encouraged.)

-What are these aspiring comics looking for in a woman? Please help me out! I can’t wait any longer!

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I’m married, and don’t really know what type of lifestyle this girl is referring to. So I can’t help her out. But does anybody else out there have any ideas?

Nudist Alert

Monday, October 1st, 2007

A few weeks ago I was in a webisode for the good guys at Black20.com. The title of the webisode was “Naked Gay Ted.” I played a guy who was naked, gay and named Ted. The webisode is now featured on the Entertainment Page of YouTube, which means I have now officially “made it.” And what makes it all the more sweeter is the fact that I’ve “made it” as a guy named “Naked Gay Ted.” So why don’t you join me in my revelry and watch the clip below.

Warning: For those of you who do not wish to see me naked while making awkward man hugs with another naked guy, you should probably avert your eyes. For the rest of you, you can view the clip on the Black2o website here.

Or on YouTube here and below.

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