Steve Martin has become the comedic rage by the usual means: introducing a couple of readily imitable phrases into the vernacular (excuse me if I don't repeat them). More than that, his characterizations have made being an asshole fashionable again; all he lacks is a lampshade. For this, he deserves a humanitarian award. Now, when you do stupid things people think you're being paid for it.

Unfortunately, the least deliberately absurd thing Martin has done was committing his act to vinyl. The problem with Let's Get Small isn't that the routines are the same old stuff we've seen on the Tonight Show and Saturday Night; they are, but that's not the issue. The issue is that this isn't a funny record, mostly because Martin doesn't sound like Martin. (This has something to do with the recording quality.) Because so many of Martin's bits involve ridiculous voices, a purely...