Just last year he camped out at The New Parish for a couple weeks doing two shows a night till 4am, weekend or not. He did a few bits, but mostly just riffed off the audience, gave love, talked shit, rubbed the legs of beautiful women, played the piano, super-manned invisible hoes, chain-smoked, philosophized on the meaning of life and sipped coffee until we all fell asleep.

If my description doesn’t make it clear, it was awesome. I went twice during that run in fact. And due to his improvisational prowess, I saw two very different shows. I cashed out, laughed out loud and struggled not to pass out at work the next day. It was totally worth it.

This time around, skater and guitarist Tony Guerrero lead off the evening by playing amplified latin country blues while the audience waited. Then, after a few tunes, Dave hit the stage “dressed like an athletic dyke” (his words), and started the evening by bringing up the lighthearted topic of male-on-male rape, at the expense of a table full of dudes. He explored the lack of male rape hotlines, white people’s proclivity to call the police for such an (and any) affront, versus black people’s probable decision to revenge rape the perpetrator instead, and finally the Bosnians use of rape as a successful torture tactic.  It may seem like a painful way to start a date, but as Chappelle said, “There’s a real way to look at things, and then there is the funny way.” Chappelle’s way is definitely the funny way.