Richman is coming to town, and it’s going to be just him and his guitar and the drummer Tommy Larkins. It will be sweet, and it will be awesome. But sure — feel free to arrive in your most jaded, cynical, “there’s no way this is going to be good and he’ll probably never play ‘Government Center’ or ‘Don’t Let Our Youth,’ so why am I even bothering” type vibes to the event, because odds are exceptional that Richman’s uncanny enthusiasm and absolute, unfettered, uncompromising joie de vivre will force you to have a great time and sing along loudly to a ridiculous children’s song about buzzing bumblebees. Go ahead, dance for him.