Charles Lyford checks in after last night's appearance by Jerry Seinfeld at Robinson (look for a full review in next week's issue):
Seinfeld and the Capital City: The rocks really are a little smaller here
Jerry Seinfeld returned to Robinson Center Music Hall on Thursday night, springing onto the stage firmly in command of the verbose-meets-mundane comedy that we know and love from countless “Seinfeld” episodes.
While some make Seinfeld’s style the butt of jokes about comics in general (“What is the deal with that?”), let me tell you that those people are not nearly as rich as he is, nor could they brighten a weekday night by marveling at automatic-flush toilets and the athletes in prescription drug ads.
The show was almost teasingly short, as the crowd was filing onto Markham by 8: 45, though I wasn’t aware of the early hour until I checked my watch — Seinfeld laid the jokes on heavy and paused only to drink his bottle of Mountain Valley water. At the close of the encore, we even got a little “Hello, Newman…” And the beer in the foyer was only three dollars!
Come back and see us again, Jerry. -- Charles Lyford