Jim Gaffigan is the man who made Hot Pockets a catch phrase. He is a comedian who likes to add the internal monologue of an obstinate and utterly confused audience member to his act. He is able to mold that act out of all the worst traits of society, our penchant to be lazy and to prefer McDonalds to working out. Gaiffigan is simply one of America’s most beloved stand-up comedians, which is why he is able to make a living selling Jim Gaffigan tickets and peddling his latest comedy album.
Peddling might be a harsh word, but the comedian would probably approve of its use. His latest album, Mr. Universe, is certainly not meant to be an example of his beaming self-confidence, but a man willing to self-deprecate and to explore the world in which he lives just to make us laugh. He is an example of a modern absurdist who manages to stay on the comic edge despite being such a clean comic. His source material – fast food outlets, bad eating choices, and whale fat – makes it easy for him to avoid four letter words and to refrain from relating failed sexual debaucheries. Though, he has made it clear this is not a moral choice, but one made by his subject matter.
Mr. Universe is his eighth comedy album and his first released in the “Louis C.K.” model, aka self-released. Jim Gaffigan no longer needs the support of a major label or Comedy Central to endear his act to fans. Everyone knows who this man is. He is the pasty, pudgy white comedian who is making a killing with observations about that society which created him, one built on cheap food without an ounce redeeming nutritional value and one insisting we rarely leave the couch. This is obvious an exaggeration, since Gaffigan is working as hard as a comedian fighting for recognition. He is constantly on tour and he is doing endless rounds on the late night television circuit, being a particular favorite of Conan O’Brien (check out the adventures of Pale Force on YouTube or TBS’s website).