All about he, himself, and him

Rob Delaney has parlayed his comedy success on Twitter into stand-up spots, including at the Trocadero.
Rob Delaney has parlayed his comedy success on Twitter into stand-up spots, including at the Trocadero.
Posted: April 01, 2014

In the lobby beforehand, they were doing brisk business selling Rob Delaney's absurdly titled comic memoir, Mother. Wife. Sister. Human. Warrior. Falcon. Yardstick. Turban. Cabbage., copies of which the author gamely autographed after his show at the Trocadero on Friday night.

If his stand-up act in between had had a title, it might have been "Portnoy's Burlesque," because it was so overstocked with material about onanism.

His longest bit of the night was a strange salute to the late actor David Carradine ( Kung Fu) who died in a Bangkok hotel room in 2009 of what was presumed to be erotic auto-asphyxiation.

Delaney's focus jumped around, at times randomly. In the middle of riffing about ordering groceries online, for instance, he said out of the blue, "That's why I hate drones." And off he went on another topic.

But he always came back to his embarrassing sexual escapades. He established a comic rhythm of copping to something personally degrading, and then, just after the audience reaction had peaked, doubling down on the perversion.

He had the sold-out crowd at the Troc in the palm of his hand - and he was only too glad to tell them where that had been.

It was Twitter that first exposed Delaney to a large audience. His witty and prolific posts have gained him more than a million followers. His stand-up routine seems to be a catch basin for all the dark, nasty, and profane bits he can't tweet.

During a brief encore, Delaney began talking about the 2002 drunken-driving accident that nearly took his life. But only so he could describe how difficult it is to pleasure oneself with casts on both arms.


dhiltbrand@phillynews.com215-854-4552 @daveondemand_tv

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