Craig Ferguson admits from the outset of his show that calling it the "Hobo Fabulous Tour" is completely without deeper meaning. And that admission marks just about the last time in his set that something ridiculous is set up without any relationship to whatever comes next.
In his show at Hoyt Sherman Place on Sunday night, Ferguson basically treated the audience to a comic version of a James Joyce novel: While it was never particularly clear looking forward what he was going to say next, everything seemed to make sense in the rear-view mirror. And that was exactly the kind of genius that made Ferguson's television show so ridiculous and funny and original all at the same time. His gift for storytelling is matched only by his ability to take a detour off the main route of his story and then to find his way back.
There may not have been a lot of hobo in the performance, but there was a lot of fabulous work turning the English language into a vehicle for laughs. Ferguson's performance was high-energy, unquestionably original, and uproariously funny. I've seen lots of shows at Hoyt Sherman Place in the last few years, and I've enjoyed all of them -- but "Hobo Fabulous" presently ranks as my favorite.