Maybe you have to be a baby boomer to appreciate Will Durst’s latest solo act, “Boomeraging from LSD to OMG.” But I doubt it.
It is, of course, about the travails of what Durst terms being “chronologically gifted,” or “what happens when acid flashbacks meet dementia.”
Durst’s good-natured, acerbic monologue is so funny that about midway through — when he was describing how invisible baby boomers are in youth-oriented culture (which boomers invented!), and how, to Gen Y baristas, boomers appear to be little more than animated pieces of furniture waddling up to the bar — I found myself on the verge of uncontrollable, hysterical laughter.
Durst is not the first to poke fun at his own generation. Recently, also at the Marsh, clown-performer Geoff Hoyle wowed us with his “Geezer.”
Apparently the whole idea of the “maturation of the boomer nation,” as Durst calls it, is an endless source of merriment.
In a gray suit, suspenders, a paisley tie and white sneakers, the gray-bearded, gray-haired Durst — nationally known for his political stand-up comedy routines — is now holding forth weekly. He’s aided by occasional projections of illustrative text and a few sound effects.
But largely it’s the dryly witty and (self-described) avuncular Durst, now 61 (“60 is the new 33¹?³!”), sharing his insights into the odd experience of aging.
“This is the oldest I’ve ever been … and I’m beginning to sense a pattern,” he muses.
A few of his comments tread overly familiar comic ground (dire warnings in school about the horrors of marijuana and cliche parental threats: “I’ll give you something to cry about!”). A list of presidential candidates from 1952 to 2012 doesn’t quite fit the context, either.
But most of his observations are hilarious, starting with a list of alternative titles he considered for the show, including “Boom Harangue” and “Wrinkles Don’t Hurt.”
He leads the audience in a reassuring mantra: “I am not as old as my parents were when they were my age.”
Look at the bright side of aging, he advises: Your peers are dying, of course, but, “Fewer peers means less peer pressure!” On the other hand, you’re still doing drugs — but now there’s a co-pay. Ka-boom.
He promises to reveal the meaning of life at the end, and it is indeed a wonderfully uplifting finale. Grab your hearing aids and canes and see for yourself.
Boomeraging from LSD to OMG
Where: Marsh, 1062 Valencia St., S.F.
When: 8 p.m. Tuesdays; closes May 28
Tickets: $15 to $35
Contact: (415) 282-3055, www.themarsh.org