stomach muscles from frequent belly laughs and repeated doubling over. And for sure I'll bring Kleenex. Those times I was unprepared for tears running down my face, and ... ah, fluids emanating from my nose as I snickered and snorted through Banks's jokes, monologues, and songs.
There are other comedians--Jimmy Fallon, Stephen Lynch, and Bo Burnham come to mind--who sing and play guitar. But none plays as well as Banks, and certainly none can claim to play a toaster--with forks--while singing an ode to toast. "Yeah, Toast" even includes some French lyrics about (what else?) French toast. Unlike many comics, Banks does not rely on F bombs, or, for that matter, on any swearing or sexual innuendo. A few years ago, when Banks was in town working at the Comedy Showcase, a friend of mine took his preteen kids. He had researched Banks's material beforehand and was pretty sure it would be appropriate. Banks didn't let him, or his kids, down.