Along with Molliwogg, John, and Jenn, I saw Mitch Hedberg in some comedy club in Seattle I've long since forgotten the name of. It's funny, I love stand-up comedy, I just hate comedy clubs. Sure, they're the most intimate setting to see a comic, but every one that I've been to has the same cattle-call, cram-'em-in, two drink minimum mentality that annoys the shit out of me. Give me a mid-sized theater any day.
But it was a chance to see Hedberg - turns out, my only chance - so it was worth it.
A couple years before that I caught a Comedy Central half-hour special on Hedberg and was hooked. Alternately, a couple of years after that performance, Mitch died.
The funny thing about Mitch Hedberg is that you either loved him, or just didn't get it. I look at some of the comments on YouTube and there doesn't seem to be any in-between.
