My biggest takeaway from Edelman’s 75 minutes on stage was that, compared to him, I’m Rip Van Winkle. The man is a world class insomniac, which makes it all the more amazing that he has the energy to never stand still on stage, though perhaps it’s to prevent himself from dozing off in the middle of his own show, not that anyone could given the continuous laughter that he elicits from the audience with his unique reflections on life.

Edelman, perhaps above all else, is irreverent, but never irrelevant. His topics in this show ranged from being a hospital clown in Jerusalem to going on the road for two weeks with a Christian music tour to his collection of thousands of sea shells.

As in his Tony award-winning one-man show Just for Us (available on HBO), which I heartily recommend, Edelman addressed his heritage, his parents and his personal anxieties. As in The Big Bang Theory, where Sheldon often denied that he was insane, his mother having had him tested, Edelman told us several times that he wasn’t autistic, having been tested.