Nick Offerman's 'All Rise' tour reminds Tampa that you can be a so-called 'man’s man,' and not be a dick about it

He let loose on many topics, including tribal prejudice, the NRA, the Catholic Church, and the idiots in charge.

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TODD FIXLER

Humorist, wood-worker and television star Nick Offerman entertained a lot of plaid-wearing (mostly) white people with some satirical talk and song Saturday night, when his “All Rise” tour hit the Straz Center’s Morsani Hall.

It was a simple stage. A stool, a guitar, a mic stand, and a water bottle, which he later described as a “Drinkin Jar” from his online shop, Offerman Woodshop (heads up, it’s sold out.) He engaged the audience with a little Rays and baseball talk, so we know, he knows where he’s at.

After the introductions and formalities, soon he got down to the “All Rise” meat. 

The show’s flow consisted of some talking then some singing. He let loose on many topics, including tribal prejudice, the NRA, the Catholic Church, and the idiots in charge. His first tune, “We Fucked it Up” perfectly described what most of us are feeling these days. 

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Most of the time he was playing the role of a bigoted white American male –– a white, American male that thinks they are the superior being. Reminiscent of the satire of the Colbert Report, but instead of holding true to the ruse, Offerman often broke character to confirm the idiocy of his declarations.

It was all presented in the dry manner Offerman is known for. In the bartending world, when someone asks for an extra-dry martini the bartender jokingly just waves the bottle of vermouth over the glass. An Offerman martini would be so dry that the Vermouth just waves from across the room, coming nowhere near the martini.

A select few in the audience may have been unaware that Nick Offerman is a liberal Hollywood actor and self-described “snowflake” because after the third time of implying the President was an idiot, a handful of people left. 

Maybe they all had to pee at once, but they never came back to their seats. 

Offerman never actually said “Trump” or rarely even President, but we got it. Those audience members had already sat through his “I Like Beer,” his ode to-you guessed it-Brett Kavanaugh. 

It was boof-ing spectacular. 

His songs were musically simply, just that plugged in acoustic guitar and Offerman’s baritone voice. Halfway through my mind drifted a little and focused on a woman’s hair in the coffee cup of the person sitting behind her, but I was quickly snapped back into his dry humor and increasingly existential songs. The most sobering tune revolved around a working bee, who works hard his whole life-over a hundred days- and dies alone in “Thank God It’s Friday.” 

My favorite song of the night was a play on a masculine cologne-style jingle, “Irish Manchester Cologne” and the character coming out of the closet. It was nice to see Offerman use his own rugged masculinity, to stand up for the LGBTQIA crowd, going even deeper implying that gay men are often themselves very masculine and that homosexuals don’t look, or smell the same.

A lot of the night revolved around Offerman’s role of what a male is supposedly to look, or act like-a little gruff, bearded and of course, wood-working. He even described how in India the face of Ron Swanson is used as a sign for the male bathroom. “It’s true. Look it up,” he declared. But he showed us that even if you are a so-called man’s man, you don’t have to be a dick about it.

“Focus less on building walls, and more on what our neighbor needs,” he declared to a cheering room.

The night ended on a lighter note, calling back to his Parks and Rec days with “I’m Not Ron Swanson” and the phone light-raising ode to Lil Sebastian, “5000 Candles in the Wind.”

Someone on Facebook described he was preaching to the choir, but it still felt nice to be all together laughing about the huge, fucking mess we are in right now.

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Stephanie Powers

Freelance contributor Stephanie Powers started her media career as an Editorial Assistant long ago when the Tampa Bay Times was still called the St. Petersburg Times. After stints in Chicago and Los Angeles, where she studied improvisation at Second City Hollywood, she came back to Tampa and stayed put.She soon...
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