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Welcome to Hedburgh.com, an unofficial fan site celebrating the humor and genius of Mitch Hedberg.
Why Hedburgh? Well, it's meant to be a gentle play on words to describe a destination dedicated to all things Hedberg.
Here are a few words in an attempt to describe the magic of Mitch.
You don't forget Mitch Hedberg.
That casual wit, that innocent giggle, that complete lack of on-stage professionalism. Whether you remember him as the best worst standup comedian you've ever seen, or build monuments in his likeness to honor He Who is the Highest Arc of Subtle Comedic Genius to Date (we suggest the latter), you just don't forget Mitch--there is no one else like him around.
Hedberg is the anti-comic: all long hair in his face, eyes on his shuffling shoes, sunglasses over his eyes, laughing at his own observational humor and messing up the delivery half the time. But that's why you know him. Like know him, know him. He's the shy kid in the back of the class who really wants to be social. Except Mitch is on stage. And he's fucking hilarious.
His laid-back delivery, long hair, and sleepy eyes evoke the slacker/stoner label. His material, however, is intelligent, provocative, and very well-written. He's like the genius kid in high school that smoked dope constantly and still got a 1500 on his SATs.
Imagine a world where drinking water comes with tadpoles, where pineapples grow in cute little chunks, where sheets lying on the floor are ghosts, where burritos are sleeping bags for ground beef. Welcome to Mitch Hedberg's reality. Isn't it nice here?
This, one imagines, is how his fans must feel about him. While there's nothing exclusive or alienating about his cool, he seems to exist in his own koalalike zone, cuddly and approachable, but also a bit of a cipher, hidden behind his hair and his sunglasses, fundamentally remote.
Hedberg's wry material shines a light on incongruity and hypocrisy, and drives it home with the sure, slow, measured power of an oil drill. Hedberg doesn't rip jokes off rapid fire, he lays them out in the comedic equivalent of football's long bomb.
On March 29th, 2005 Mitch passed away. He was 37. And he will never be forgotten.
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