Tig Notaro has never had an interval onstage until now – “intermissions”, in her word, not being a thing for standups in the US. So it’s apt that Hello Again really is a show of two halves. The first finds Notaro at the top of her game, reporting back in her studied, laconic style on new parenthood, her health (albeit not as dramatically as in the show that made her name) and unexpected crushes. The second finds her taking to the piano – a medium for which, and here’s the gag, she has no aptitude whatsoever.
I admired the playfulness of that second act, the beaming impertinence with which the 52-year-old pushes the joke of her tunelessness right to the end of the show. But it tested my patience, too.
