Give me more Nathan Fielder

For the past several weeks I’ve been catching up on old episodes of Nathan for You, the Comedy Central offering which aired from 2013-2017. (“Old” is a relative term.)

I’m sure I’m not the only person doing this, trying to find anything and everything Nathan Fielder has done over his career. This summer I had the pleasure of watching his latest, The Rehearsal, on HBO, not really knowing who Nathan Fielder was at all. With how much I enjoyed The Rehearsal I was intrigued. (Fielder’s also a producer on How To with John Wilson, another of my favorites this decade.) For better or worse he’s apparently done only this one other show, at least as major releases go, but I made it my mission to watch every episode of Nathan for You, all of which are available on HBO Max.

Unlike The Rehearsal, which is better seen without any introduction, one should be familiar with the premise of Nathan before going in. First rule? Don’t take it too seriously. It’s Comedy Central, and it is a comedy show, mockumentary I suppose being the most appropriate label. Most episodes involve Nathan giving business “advice” to a struggling concern. The suggestions always border on absurd, though Nathan not only keeps a straight face through the entire proposal he doubles down on his suggestions as the episode proceeds. It’s a reasonable question to ask, who’s in on the gag and who isn’t. The businessowners, the customers, the bystanders… maybe it’s all planned. But there are times the reactions are just too genuine to be scripted. Or maybe everyone’s just a better actor than I think they are. And, as I am fond of saying when it comes to “reality TV” (when it clearly isn’t)… who cares. Funny is funny.

Consider the following “advice” Nathan gives a businessowner selling horseback rides. Recognizing that the company’s policy of not allowing riders over 220 pounds is cutting into their sales, Nathan suggests having overweight riders lighten themselves by attaching giant weather balloons. Yes, you’re reading that correctly. Like, harness a weather balloon to yourself, then sit on the horse. It does make you about 20 pounds lighter. (Perhaps you’d need two or three.) As ridiculous as it sounds, Nathan proceeds straight-faced. A delicious moment occurs when Nathan points out the discrimination the company holds toward the weight-endowed. In an era of evolving attitudes towards fairness: “You don’t want to be on the wrong side of history.”

That’s funny. It’s not about making sales; it’s about fairness. Hilarious.

Oh and it gets better.

Since a busted balloon not only inconveniences a rider but increases his weight, there is legitimate concern for the horse’s wellbeing. (There is a point to the weight limit after all.) So to prevent the balloons from popping against the route’s many trees, Nathan suggests hiring a team of paddle wavers. These guys walk alongside the horse with giant tennis rackets pushing back tree branches and/or protecting the balloons. Mm-hmm.

But what about potential damage from circling birds? After all, those wayward beaks are basically flying spikes. Nathan’s got a plan for ya. Simply attach a scarecrow to a flying drone and have it hover near the balloons. Easy.

Yeah, these things tend to take on a Rube Goldberg quality of invention.

The beauty is watching Nathan make each increasingly expensive proposal with the sincerity of a Buddhist monk. This is the path to enlightenment. Follow these rules and you will succeed in your work. And the more bizarre, the more he affirms. In lesser hands it would just look silly. (Another episode uses a rabbi whose suggestions just don’t have the same effect.)

At times it becomes a little–let’s borrow a 21st-century TV term here–cringeworthy. Agreed. But remember rule number one. Don’t take any of this too seriously. You’ll just want to, well, cringe a bit.

Whereas The Rehearsal offers the viewer some legitimate questions about life and philosophy and such, Nathan for You rarely does. And that’s just fine. Nathan is a comedy show while The Rehearsal is not. As the old ad goes, it’s not TV… it’s HBO. The Rehearsal is perfect for HBO. Nathan for You just happens to be on the platform. But for an interesting idea here and there, it’s not groundbreaking or thought-provoking.

The RehearsalThat one’s a masterpiece. It’s Sgt. Pepper and Ziggy Stardust and Citizen Kane… whatever you’ve got. Saying that it bears no relation to Nathan for You isn’t exactly true, as there are kernels in Nathan that pop in The Rehearsal. The journey is an arc more than a straight line. The cringe factor is there, yes, but it’s never unwatchable, and the conclusion is as mind-blowing as its buildup. As I wrote in July, if you haven’t seen it yet it’s better to go in fresh. No spoilers here. Just do yourself a favor and watch every moment. It’s worth the investment.

Meanwhile I’m looking for more Fielder product wherever I can find it. For some reason his output is relatively small (easy for me to say, I know), a rather meager bestowing of his gifts. It’s a strategy. Quality over quantity. Kubrick directed only a dozen films and they’re all classics. Tom Wolfe wrote four novels and they’re all brilliant. Better to write a few good symphonies than a hundred bad ones I suppose.

According to that unreliable narrator known as the Internet Fielder has another comic series in the works (The Curse) and has begun work on Season Two of The Rehearsal.

I’m in.

Today’s reminder of my advanced age

Tomorrow begins a new season of one of my favorite pastimes: watching Notre Dame football. I’ve been doing it for more than 30 years.

When you’re a kid you don’t realize that the players are not that much older than you are. You’re 12 and they’re 18? That’s a blink of an eye.

Now I’m a little more than a blink older than the players.

Actually, the players could be my kids. They are in fact closer to my son’s age than to mine.

And this year, as goes a theme of sports watching for me recently, the coach is younger than I am too.

Ouch.

Statistics don’t change, but interpretations do

In 1970 Reggie Jackson led the American League in two unfortunate categories: strikeouts and caught stealing.

I’m sure at the time Reggie was given great flak for his high number of strikeouts. But caught stealing? Probably a shrug.

Funny how things change, that in 2022 no one really cares about strikeouts (in most cases an out is an out), whereas being caught stealing is like taking a sharpie to the Mona Lisa.

Definite side eye comin’ your way… kinda how old-school managers looked at you when you struck out.

Joey DeFrancesco, 1971-2022

The jazz world suffered a shocking blow last Thursday when multi-instrumentalist bandleader Joey DeFrancesco died at the age of 51.

I’ve read a dozen articles about Joey’s life and death but still haven’t found one that details the cause of the latter. I know it was unexpected because…

I saw Joey play a gig two weeks ago.

Friday’s episode of Math and Musings will give a greater description of the show (and of the man), but yeah, I saw Joey and his trio play on August 13 at Keystone Korner in Baltimore. Not a hint of declining health or anything like that–the exact opposite as a matter of fact. Proof? I knew Joey was a virtuoso on the trumpet in addition to his “main” instrument (organ), so imagine my surprise when I saw him pick up a tenor saxophone and blow like Dexter Gordon. I understand he “picked it up recently.” Not exactly the actions of someone who knew he was near the end.

RIP, Joey DeFrancesco, and all the best to his family. The jazz world has now a giant Hammond B3-sized hole that’s going to be tough to fill.

Last day of summer (among other things)

School for students starts tomorrow, though teachers have been back for a full week already. This means today’s my last “easy” day at work, the last day my classroom is relatively quiet, and, most importantly…

the last day I can enjoy a peanut butter sandwich at my desk.

True public service for the benefit of the kids.

O’Neill gets his due at Stadium

Much has been made over the vaccination status of retired Yankees player and current broadcaster, Paul O’Neill. One of the most admired players of my youth, it’s a shame O’Neill’s legacy has been tarred a bit by this issue.

No matter, though, as the Yankees yesterday afternoon were able to pull off a masterful stroke of social distancing and have O’Neill–in person!–receive one of the highest honors a team can bestow, retiring his uniform number 21.

Kudos to the Yankee PR team for pulling off this bit of magic.

The team on the field recently?

Eh, they’ve left a little to be desired as fans were quick to point out, booing team owner Hal Steinbrenner and general manager Brian Cashman.

Quipped O’Neill: “You Yankee fans have obviously been practicing.”

New Yorkers call ’em like they see ’em.

Yeah, I had Covid

On today’s episode of Math and Musings you will hear the somewhat unfortunate news that I had Covid. I say somewhat unfortunate because, yeah, for me it really was an absolute joke of a disease. Thankfully.

Mildly inconvenient, I suppose, is the best way I can describe it, as I did have to hide from the world for a few days. First world pain for sure.

My Covid experience? Unknown origin, no obvious tracing to others, no symptoms, and it disappeared as mysteriously as it arrived. I guess that’s what you hope for.

And someday I can tell my grandchildren yeah, I had Covid…

Two and a half years after everyone else.

Thoughts from an old man

From the when I was a kid series…

School never started until after Labor Day. Teachers returned the day after Labor Day (Tuesday), then students arrived Wednesday. Somehow without the Internet or e-mail or social media or anything like that they got it done.

Today starts a marathon of preparation for students who will arrive eight days from now, 20 days before teachers of my parents’ era would walk through the schoolhouse doors after two and a half months of being totally disconnected.

Wow.

This is just embarrassing

The Yankees and Red Sox play the ESPN Sunday night game often because, well, they put on a great show.

Case in point last night, though I could have imagined a more victorious outcome for the Bronx Bombers.

The team of my youth was shut down by none other than Michael Wacha.

Michael Wacha, seriously? Guy’s having a great season, having found in Boston the groove he had long ago as an ace for the Cardinals.

He’s been around forever, gotta be around my age, right?

Oh, wait, he’s nine years younger than I am.

Ouch.