Near the start of Patti Harrison’s untitled live comedy show, she jokes that it has been a long time since she last performed, acting out a phone call with her agent where they’re persuading her to get back on stage. Eventually they put her kidnapped mother on the line. “And now I’m here!” she declares with a wild smile. “Where’s my mom?”
It’s true, she tells me, she has not performed live for a long time. “I’m stressing that so hard in my show: ‘This is a fucking work-in-progress, please, guys!’ Like, blood coming from my eyes, so worried that people are wanting to see this very polished show.”
