Isn’t it wonderful when hip-ass comedians join forces with hip-ass musicians to make something that’s just, you know, fun? Although at CMJ, like, five years ago, the guy in front of me in line at the Bowery Ballroom was the last guy let into the venue to see The New Pornographers. I literally had the velvet rope clicked into place in front of me, like, “that’s right, you’re the cut-off, everybody up until RIGHT HERE was fit to enter.” Sigh.