I stand by Dave.

First, David Letterman’s personal life is none of our damn business.

I applaud the honesty to be able to take a VERY personal & intimate & embarrassing story & made it FUNNY. Only David Letterman could a) have something like this happen to him b) take a story like this and make it get constant laughs on his show. That is not easy to do.

Comedy is completely subjective. Either you like Dave or you don’t. Either you think his telling of this story is funny or you don’t. Watch the video again. The studio audience laughed. A lot. Dave even corrects them at one point saying, “creepy things that I’ve done.. well now, why is that funny?” more laughter.

Creepy? He was banging 20-something year old women. Good for him. None of our gat dern business.

Whether the reality of the situation is funny or not, when he told the story, it got consistent laughs. Say what you will, but as a comic.. the bottom line to me is, “did it get laughs?” Yup.

I feel bad for everybody involved.

k

Friday night I went to see the “Portable Comedy” show at the Gershwin Hotel on East 27th Street. Hosted by Julius Sharpe, the show featured standup from Chris DeLuca (Late, Late Show & SNL), Liam McEneaney (Conan, Premium Blend), and James Oakes (opens for Lewis Black) PLUS free hard liquor for anybody who wanted it. $5 at the door for hilarious funny ha-ha’s + a selection of booze = a night of fun. I love comedy.

To intro a bit, Julius asked if anybody had ever been laid-off from a job. My hand went up. “Oh yeah? Who was the employer?” “There have been several.” “Really? What’s the problem? Drugs?” “No, it turns out I’m not that employable.” “Ever thought about getting into comedy?” “I do comedy.”

After the show, the comedians gave out their fliers, I gave them mine in return. Everybody was really funny & seemed like good people. “Time Out New York” gave the show a star, and for good reason.. Where else can you go and pay five bucks for quality entertainment AND cheap booze? I mean BESIDES Jesse Perry‘s mom’s house.

Saturday I spent a long time walking around the Lower East Side, the Brooklyn Bridge, the Financial District, SoHo and TriBecca. I checked out the new Apple store in SoHo, and stumbled upon some sort of street fair thing with food, vendors with arts and crafts, massages, and a guy from the “Change of Heart” show walking around trying to break up happy, superficial couples.

An oriental lady offered to massage me for one minute for free. I told her to go for it.. she did a great job, and then asked me if I wanted a 10-minute work-over. “No.” “What?! Just ten dollar!” “No, thanks.” She pulled me in close and whispered, “Ok, ok.. for you, five dollar.” “No, thanks.. I gotta go.” She seemed shocked that I would use her for her free minute and move on, but that’s just the kinda guy I am: offer me something free, and I’ll take it without guilt.

There were a lot of artists selling paintings and photographs. One woman in particular had signs up proclaiming, “SAVE NEW YORK STREET ARTISTS!” I couldn’t resist. Her hand-drawn propaganda said, “We saved the whales (didn’t we?).. now let’s save the NYC street artists!” She had legal pads where you could sign your name in of her cause. I laughed, “save the street artists? From what? Their own pretension?” Silly artists.

I really had no interest in seeing Ground Zero, but in my meanderings I ended up walking thru that area. If you haven’t been there, let me describe the scene..

Imagine a big car wreck. Some people find an alternate route to travel and go about their business.. some slow down to watch the carnage.. some people hear about it on the scanner, and go out to get in the way. The World Trade Center site is pretty much the same thing, but on a much larger scale. It’s a lot of people standing around looking.. plus you have the street vendor vultures selling 9/11 souvenirs. The fences covered with s and t-shirts and well-wishes are still there, but they have graffiti on them.

It was weird, ’cause last time I was down in that neighborhood was about five years ago. I had the crappiest hotel room I’ve ever spent way too much money on.. PLUS the radiator was cranked up all the way with the knob ripped off (in the middle of summer). I certainly couldn’t sleep, so I was wandering around Manhattan at about 3 a.m. It’s amazingly peaceful in certain parts of the city at that hour.. the Financial District was nearly silent and I remember walking around the WTC area and being stunned by the lack of activity. It’s a strange feeling to walk down there now, no matter what time of day it is.

I met up with some friends and took the train to Brooklyn to eat at Junior’s. This place is apparently the Mecca of cheesecake. When you walk in you pass by glass cases full of all of their varieties & realize that you can’t walk out of there without at least trying one. They have all the articles written about them framed on the walls, and when going to the bathroom I noticed one headline that said something like, “Brooklyn Is Fat Because of Junior’s.” I laughed, but when I went back to the table and looked around I realized that 90% of the people in there were REALLY obese.

Chad's a drunken fool!

I was so stuffed I felt ill. What better way to top that off than by going out drinking! I met up with some old friends from my UT-Knoxville days at a little country/western-themed bar called Doc Holidays. We drank PBR and stacked the cans up in towers until they fell on us. Occasionally, the bartender girl would jump up on the bar and start clogging. Living in Nashville, I can’t stand stupid little country bars.. but for some reason it was fun to see that kinda stuff going down in the heart of New York City. In SAT exam terms: country bars are to Nashville as rats are to New York City.

Sunday was a lazy day. I watched a freaky movie about a German transsexual rock star which began weird, then got more and more bizarre until it just kind of ended. In the evening, I headed down to the East Village to check out FaceBoyz’ open mic at Surf Reality. Sign up was at 7:45, the show started at 8. I got number 32 (there were about 40 people signed up.. maybe 70 people there in all). They did the first nine, took a 10 minute break, then continued the show.. I ended up going on stage at 2:15 a.m. or so. There were three or four people left after me, then they gave away the prizes: a gay porn video tape, a copy of “Modern Woman’s Guide To Domination,” and a new cellphone.

Monday I strolled thru Central Park and read a book in the spot where I once camped out for three days. Later I wandered down to the Ed Sullivan Theater to bother Letterman’s staff before taking a cab to the airport. Here’s where the story turns ugly.

Arriving at the airport early, I checked in at my gate at 6 p.m. The lady at the counter said my flight was on-time and scheduled to depart at 6:50, so I headed for the bar. The bar area was about 30 yards away from the gate. I had a couple beers and talked to a few people, then paid my tab and headed down toward the gate at about 6:30. I heard my name on the intercom and began to run. I got to the gate within 20 seconds of hearing my name, but the airplane was gone.

I asked the snotty girl behind the counter why the plane left 20 minutes early, and she said, “We PAGED you.” “Yeah, and I ran.. but it’s already gone!” A lady ran up to the counter and asked why the plane left so early. “We PAGED you,” said The Snot. As if that covers it. “Oh, you paged us? Ok. We’re not mad now. Cool.” Suck it, USair.

“Well, when’s the next flight out?” I ask. “Tomorrow morning at 7 a.m.” She said it with this look on her face like she was teaching me a lesson. I would have liked to roast her fat ass on a spit, but didn’t give her the pleasure of seeing me visibly pissed off. I had heard that wacky juggler Scot Nery was in New York, so I called him to see what he was doing. You know you’re in trouble when you call a guy who juggles knives for help.

Scot heroically came to my assistance. We took a cab to the nearest train stop in Queens, then took the train to the Upper West Side. Scot was staying at a youth hostel up around 104th Street and thought maybe he could sneak me in. First, we went over to the Underground Lounge to see if their open mic night was still going.. and watched a really drunk guy stumble all over the bar before challenging the bouncers to a fight. Seeing no opportunity for stage time, we headed back to the Hostel.

We asked the security guy about the cheapest ways to get to LaGuardia and with him distracted, snuck in. Each room in the place had six bunk beds.. that’s 12 dudes per room. Luckily, Scot’s room had an extra empty bed. I set my alarm for 5 a.m. and laid down to try to sleep a few hours. Scot says, “If someone comes and throws you out of their bed, well… I dunno.” I figured I’d just head back to the airport.

It didn’t happen, though. Not much of anything happened.. except it felt weird trying to sleep in a room with strange dudes all around (and in bunk beds, nonetheless). It took me about an hour or so before I passed out. It just seemed like this situation would probably be pretty close to the plot on that tape of gay porn they gave away at Surf Reality.

I got up and caught a bus back to Queens, via Harlem. It was my first time thru that neighborhood, and all I could think of was, “So this is where Willis and Arnold were from?” I also learned something about the New York Metro bus system: It costs $1.50 to ride, and they only accept MetroCards and change. If you don’t want to pay, just have $2 cash in your hand and offer it to the driver saying “it’s all I’ve got.” They don’t accept cash, and don’t have time to argue so they’ll just get disgusted and tell you to sit down on the bus.. you ride for free! I’ll bet it doesn’t work twice with the same driver, though.

It was a fun trip up until USair went out of their way to piss people off. I’ve tried very hard not to have any airline jokes, but I’m afraid I’ll fall to the Dark Side of the Farce very soon. It’s also unfair that every time I tell this story, when people hear “..so I went to the bar” they say, “uh-huh.. there ya go.” Booze isn’t the issue here! The plane left 20 minutes early and they were bastards about it.

As much as I love New York, when it’s time to go home and see MaLady.. it’s time to go home and see MaLady. I’ll be back, though.. my mistress calls.

Yes, the masses have been flocking to the sites and live shows like flies to roadkill. Who can blame them? Everybody loves the funny ha-ha’s. Even some big name funny people are taking notice.

Wahoo mention screen-grab

The next day, I was still riding that wave of love and free promotion.. I didn’t think I could top the previous day.. but wouldn’t ya know.. they followed up the mention of me with a nod to www.NashvilleStandup.com! Thanks go out to Mike and everybody else working hard to entertain America at the Late Show.

It was a wonderful surprise to get a Cameo Mention.. partially because I’ve never actually seen the show. There hasn’t been much of a chance for me to watch any television over the last ten years or so.. Life has been hard, and recreational time has been short. You see, all my talk about these “events” going on in Nashville is a load of crap. In reality, I have been living in the dumpsters on 53rd street in New York City since the summer of 1993.

It began innocently enough. I was a huge fan of the syndicated late night phenomenon, The Arsenio Hall Show. I was pretty deep into the dark world of Arsenio fandom.. I was one of his “dawgs,” if you will. However, I had just brushed the surface of what would soon become the driving force of my existance.

One fateful day in July of 1993 I requested a mission from my direct superiors in “The Dawg Pound” as a symbolic gesture of my ultimate dedication to The Cause: complete propogation of Arsenioism. I was to dedicate my remaining days to keeping a close watch on this David Letterman fellow. There was some sort of hooplah concerning the migration of said comedian from the employ of one evil global conglomerate to another morally deprived multi-national corporation. My duty would be to scour the streets in search of the closely guarded secret to Letterman’s power.

Logically, I began my quest by rooting thru the garbage of the Ed Sullivan Theater looking for comedy leftovers.. any scrap of discarded funny ha-ha’s would do. I was to report back to The Arseniosa with all I learned.

To cut a long story down to delicious bite-sized pieces, let me say that my ongoing mission continued as successfully as the great Arsenio Hall Show itself. To minimize the time squandered by commuting from Los Angeles to New York every day, I moved my residence to the Easternmost refuse recepticle proudly standing adjacent to the home of the Late Show.

I mostly found bits of sandwiches and memos from the office of Mike McIntee declaring his intentions to be more “MikeMacadocious..” but my mission wasn’t limited to scouring for such self-indulgent tidbits. Another major part of my calling was to sit near my new home and give Dave the middle finger every morning as he comes to work. This, to me, was the most rewarding part of the job.

Chad on the Late Show set

P.S.: Today (February 1, 2002) is David Letterman’s 20th anniversary in late night television. Congratulations, Dave! Thanks for entertaining me for as long as I can remember.

News From The International Idiots Home Office

Andy Garcia, Chris Matthews

PLUS: George Clarke’s Celebrity Interview, Holiday Hairpiece Not A Hairpiece, a Kaulter Twins piece from Entertainment Tonight, and other stuff.

“And now, Pashtun Tribal Leader, David Letterman!”

It’s funny, ’cause it’s TRUE! No, no, no. The actual Pashtun Tribal Leader is the soft-spoken Hamid Karzai, who was named interim Prime Minister by the U.N.-sponsored gathering of Afghan factions in Bonn, Germany. Hamid’s headquarters is a huddle of mud huts in the southern Afghan desert in Shahwalikot. Or at least that’s what that rag, TIME, says.

The monologue dripped with delicious comedy goodness:

- Guy in front of the Ed / middle finger / gave / bottle of cologne.
- NYC kids / pay attention to their faces / might have to pick them out of a lineup.
- Christmas gift for paperboy / put it in an envelope / drove by / threw it into a puddle.
- News from Afghanistan / Osama can’t communicate with his agents / I’ve had same problem / 20 years.
- Osama / facelift / doing pre-Oscar show with daughter Melissa bin Laden.
- Osama / improved look / so attractive / last night he went out and got “bin Laden.”

The middle finger guy is always fun. NYC kids’ faces is a funny rerun, too. I liked the Osama jokes as well. A short, sweet set.

Paul fanfare

Guest list

Oprah update: It’s “just a matter of time” according to People. If you ask me (and I know you haven’t), it’s just a matter of time until Oprah gets so full of herself she explodes. I just hope she’s outside of Chicago when it happens. I’d hate to see my sweet home splattered with Oprah-goo.

Oceans 11 has “fantastic star power.” The phrase “fantastic star power” reminds me of when the Star Trek kids took the Enterprise around the sun and went back in time. Sometimes I wish I could do that and go back to a time when the Star Trek franchise didn’t suck.

George Clarke has a celebrity interview with George Clooney. “George are you rubbing your foot against my leg?” “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself” “Stop it.” Dave says, “he’s just that good looking.” Is he talking about George? or was it George?

Holiday Hairpiece, Not A Hairpiece. Hi-ho babes in santa-babe suits.. what more do you need to know?

The Late Show Newsletter : Week of November 12, 2001 said, “Late Show supermodel Andrea Sande… is soon leaving New York City to join the cast of a soap opera produced in Brazil.” When is she leaving? I really don’t want her to go. I’ve been looking into ways to get Brazilian soap operas here in Nashville. If anybody has any suggestions, please let me know. Also, if there are any LSwDL staffers reading this, please tell Andrea I love her.

Dave feels bad about this guy, and guesses ‘not a hairpiece.’ I laughed at the obvious rug as soon as he was on camera. It still looked better than my hair at its best, though.

We went into the break 11:17 into the big show.

ACT 2

Felicia is using a slide thingie.. sounds good. I just got my first guitar a few weeks ago. I’m still learning my first song right now: “Maggot Brain” by Funkadelic. I don’t quite have it yet, but I’m getting closer.

Rupert says “the hair was going against the grain.” Will Rupert be with us all night? What does he do when he’s not? “I go home.” That’s funny, I’d expect Rupert to get wild on the town before retiring for the night. A decadent romp thru the streets of the city that never sleeps! Questionable activities while consorting with shady people in filthy places.. finally crashing out early in the morning in Central Park. Doesn’t everybody do that? or is it just me?

Dave brings up “Alan & Rick, the Kaulter Twins.” Hairpiece? Alan should have shot back something about Dave’s prison cut. What a great piece this was. The duo split in 1977.. “songs in the key of kaulter” was one of their albums.. Tonight Show clips! The Tonight Show starring Johnny Carson! How cool. Reminds me of the times back when Tonight was still a proud beacon of quality comedic entertainment, not the pathetic smoldering shambles of a show it has become.

Mark Fichman (former manager) says, “about those gold records: did you look at them? they’re pancakes!” Ha! Alan (or is it Rick?) was interrupted while singing “Where is the love?” by Rick (or was it Alan?) screaming, “are you trying to miss every G-D note? Go to hell you red-headed freak!”
Jon Read (studio engineer), claims that this is, “the creepiest job i’ve ever had in my life. and i’ve worked with Michael Jackson.”

“They really like making up.” Both Alan and Rick in a spa, drinking champagne. It would be really disturbing if this wasn’t so funny.

Top 10: Excuses Of The American Taliban Guy. Boy what a tool, this kid is. The youth of America, ladies and gentlemen! Raise your kids, parents. Please.. I’m begging you.

The list claims he was tricked by the brochure.. was interning.. got tired of wearing clean clothes and not getting shot at.. thought it was a paintball game.

Going out to commercial, we see a bump shot of Alan and Rick’s toast..

ACT 3

Green Onions! Love that song. My favorite version of that is on The Blues Brothers’ “Made in America” album… co-produced by Paul Shaffer.

Andy Garcia
Andy plays Harry Benedict in the Ocean’s Eleven remake. I know Hollywood thinks it can do whatever it wants, but how can you possibly think you can do a better job at *anything* than Frank Sinatra and his “clan”? I’m an egomaniac, but I don’t even come close to that kinda gall. When visiting a military base, “they were wildly excited to see Julia.” Who wouldn’t be? If there are any Julia Roberts staffers reading this, please tell Julia I love her.

Andy is also in “The Man from Elysian Fields” as a male escort who was “turned out” and pimped by Mick Jagger. Apparently this happens often due to the dang-ole telemarketers. Here in Tennessee we have some kinda “No Call” law preventing the telemarketers from dialing us up. Does it work? I dunno. I don’t have a regular phone… just a cell. I’ve never recieved a telemarketing call on it.

ACT 4

Chris Matthews
Host of Hardball and author of “Now let me tell you what I really think.” Dave doesn’t think hardball is mean, instead he finds it exciting. I haven’t spent a lot of time watching the show. Chris thinks we’re back to honoring our 5-year-old heros: firemen, nurses. Great! Now, let’s pay them well. What good does it do to put a flag on your car and wear a stupid ribbon? Let’s do something of substance.

Dave asks about flying, and Chris answers with a comment about eye contact in NYC. “Homeland security” puts him in the mind of words like “motherland, fatherland.” That is kind of weird. Eventually getting to the flight question, Chris asks who is going to stop somebody from putting a “bandanna on the top of their head.” ME! No bandannas on my watch! I used to wear “doo rags”.. until Tupoc (God rest his soul) retired to that great golden Cadillac in the sky. Then, out of respect for the man who laid down his life for peace in hip-hop, I laid down my bandanna. Chris suggests we fight terrorists with our shoes, belts, and laptops.

“We’re like pioneer men, again… Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone.” What? When did this happen? We’re primitive people, but I don’t see “us” as Davy Crockett-like. I don’t get it.

Chris thinks the Osama tape contains “Hitler stuff, Nixon stuff.” Grouping Osama bin Laden with Hitler and Nixon? I laughed.

On the American Taliban kid: “Its a free country, he bought his ticket.” THAT, I agree with. Screw the little traitor.

ACT 5

Wave, yokels! You’re on tv!

ACT 6

Dave says Johnny Walker is “in a shipping container.” Good. Anybody who looks that much like Charles Manson should be kept in a giant Ziploc disposable tupperware thing. Mr Matthews says he’s “so far to the left, Hillary Clinton called him a traitor.” Hey, that’s pretty good! “Don’t let him ever come back, treat him like everybody else in the cave.”

A good guest. I started off not liking him, but when he started talking about the traitor-kid, he won me over. At least Chris Matthews has something of substance to say. I don’t always agree with him, but that’s good. If everybody agreed with me it’d be a frightening world.

ACT 7

The wrap up. “Come back when you have something on your mind.”

“Put on your pants.” Always good advice.

CONVERSATION AND DISCUSSION SPARKED FROM THE WAHOO GAZETTE

Mike says, “diamonds are so stupid. Hasn’t mankind evolved past the point of being fascinated with shiny rocks?”

I wish. Don’t buy expensive crap for Christmas presents.. it doesn’t mean you love them more, just ’cause you spent more money. Buy cheap crap! And what better place to buy cheap crap than Mangy Dog’s online store. Go now, go often, go nuts!

THIS WAS CONVERSATION AND DISCUSSION SPARKED FROM THE WAHOO GAZETTE

Overall, I felt it was a great show. At least Nashville’s CBS affiliate, “NewsChannel5″ WTVF-TV, “Your News & Information Leader” didn’t completely screw the entire broadcast up the way they normally do. The Master Control Operator must’ve been asleep, ’cause usually he rolls breaks late, dips to black, and puts up obnoxious weather graphics that cover 2/3 of the screen talking about slightly inclement weather 100 miles away from their actual coverage area. Not tonight.. it was a clean show. Props to you, WTVF!

News From The International Idiots Home Office

Ethan Hawke; Judith Miller; and Quincy Jones.
PLUS: Dave’s Catalogs, and other stuff.

Have you ever had such a string of good fortune that you KNEW it was just a matter of time before the great yin-yang pendulum of luck swings the other way to slice and dice your life into neat finger-food-sized cubes? Well, sit back and enjoy your favorite lovely beverage as I recount the living hell which has been my Late Show viewing experience this evening.

The day started off looking good. Tuesday nights I perform my lame ass comedy at Zanies here in Nashville at 8 p.m. and then travel in a comedy caravan to The Cantina where we generally have a dozen or so local comedians perform at the open mic there. No cover, and 2-for-1 beers if you’re ever in town.

Those who give me money in exchange for my time during the day know this and allow me to come in “whenever” on Wednesdays. They know I’ll be out all night and are very nice to accommodate me. So I saunter in exactly at whenever on-the-dot and put in my time. Afterwards I went over to The Cantina for the daily Hungry Hour special – pasta and 2-for-1 beers. $5 for two beers and dinner, including tip. Not a bad day at all, so far..

I swing by the house and play with my little canine buddy, Guido, for a while. Then I trek over to Zanies to see Henry Cho perform for (without a doubt) the dumbest audience I’ve ever seen. It was an *amazingly* dim crowd.. they surprised me again and again with their stupidity and rude, jackass behavior.

I, being the responsible Guest Late Show Impressions Substitute Guy that I am, had set the vcr to tape Dave just in case I didn’t get home in time to do it myself. So when I got home and flipped the tv on at 10:45 (I’m in the Central Time Zone), I was horrified. Jay Leno was on my television.

Screaming bloody murder, I quickly flipped the er up a channel to Nashville’s CBS affiliate, “NewsChannel5″ WTVF-TV, “Your News & Information Leader.” I had left the cable box on NBC after watching Ed. I had nobody to blame but myself, which made it all that much worse. So I missed the first 10 minutes of the Show. I tuned in just in time to hear Mr. Letterman say “Omaha Steaks Roadkill Clearance Sale!” so that’s where we’ll officially begin. What you’ve been reading so far was the preamble, or “ramble” as some of you are no-doubt thinking.

I enjoy steaks *and* roadkill, so “Omaha Steaks Roadkill Clearance Sale” sounds pretty good to me. “Morley Safer’s Secret” featured some great Photoshop work. At least I hope those were doctored photos.. regardless, a fine job from the graphics kids. Unsung heros, those graphic artists of the world. In regards to the L.L. Bean catalog I have to say: wilderness sex is sex the way God intended. Well, at least let me say wilderness sex was a freebie.. the rest is all human invention, I guess.

We go into the first break 12:59 into the show with a beautiful skyline bumper shot that seemed too pretty to be real. Here in Nashville, the fine folks at “NewsChannel5″ WTVF-TV, “Your News & Information Leader” are apparently training a new overnight Master Control Operator again. They allowed the national spots to play, and maybe slipped in a few of their own.. then they were in black for 20 seconds, came out to a commercial for 4 seconds, went to the CBS feed of Late Show (which had Ethan Hawke seated and speaking about “a complicated character… now most of these big stars like.. Tom Hanks…” we only got to see 9 seconds of that, then it was back to the commercial for the “Share a Pair and Save” promotion at Shoe Carnival. Then Rivergate Toyota’s Ultimate Jackass Used Car Sales Guy (“The Auto Giant”), who is a giant dork, gave us his pitch for 15 seconds.. then back to the Late Show still in progress. I, of course, was screaming at my tv.

Ethan explains his conflicted character. He didn’t seem to have much to say about his daughter. I like Uma stories.. I find her very appealing. Ever since Pulp Fiction, I’ve been irresistibly attracted to coke heads overdosing on heroin they snorted. Boy, does that get me going. That baseball clip was pretty cool. Ya know, when I’m working.. I don’t care how much money they’re paying me, I’m not running full speed into a wall so I can flip and catch a ball. It’s not happening. I may be a loyal employee.. I’m definitely a “team player”.. but if that happened while I’m on the job, somebody gets a base and a fan catches the ball.

Judith Miller seems nice.. oh wait, what’s that? My tape runs out and begins rewinding. I laugh, “of course the tape ran out. What’s next, raining frogs and rivers of blood?” Bring it on. I’m ready for whatever the gods choose to throw at me. At this point, who cares?

I slide a new tape into the machine and resume recording. Yes, let’s preserve this moment forever.

Judith turns out to be a good booking decision, in my opinion. A pleasant lady, knowledgeable, nice posture, and she was informative and interesting. We should be “concerned, vigilant, but not panicked.”

Wow, I really like that bumper shot of the World’s Fair thingie. It’s composed beautifully with the reflection on the water in the background, the fountains in the foreground, and some silhouetted trees in the lower left and right corners. The photographer used his “star” filter to get the X effect with the lights in the shot. Very nice.

The audience crane shot act always brings out the worst in people. 3/4 of the way back in the section right in front of the monologue area of the stage, on the aisle, is a man who (first of all) is wearing a US flag as a shirt. This, to me, screams “dork who is desperate to get on tv.” Along with the normal hands over the head frantic waving, he jumps up and down twice. Sit down, spanky. Go do that kinda crap behind your local newscasters’ live shots. The more serious the story the better.. they love that. Even the people in the balcony behave themselves.

Q. Why didn’t Dave introduce Quincy Jones simply as “Q”? It’s right there on the cover of his book and 4-cd boxed set. Apparently that’s what the guy likes to be known as. I understand that.. “Q” does sound cooler than “Quincy.” Ok, now’s the time when I show off just how little I know about real music:

CHAD SHOWS OFF JUST HOW LITTLE HE KNOWS ABOUT REAL MUSIC
Quincy does a little dance while his orchestra plays that cool song from “Austin Powers.” What I really want to know (besides the specifics about that piece of music) is what is that instrument that makes the cool noise when that one guy has his fist up it? And I don’t want to hear any crap about anyone’s honeymoon, either.
THIS WAS CHAD SHOWS OFF JUST HOW LITTLE HE KNOWS ABOUT REAL MUSIC

“Pants make the man.” What about a guy who happens to work at a pants sewing facility? Wouldn’t the man make the pants in that instance? Probably not. There’s a sewing sweatshop near my old high school in Athens, Tennessee.. I think it mainly employed women to work on the floor. Not many men want to say they sew for a living. All I remember about my visit to that plant is the stories about people not paying attention when operating the giant industrial sewing machines. Not good mental images, let me assure you. They didn’t exactly get us excited about possible employment opportunities there.

CONVERSATION AND DISCUSSION SPARKED FROM THE WAHOO GAZETTE
Mike axes: “We don’t need ‘National Boss Day.’ How about ‘Minimum Wage Day’?”
I wholeheartedly agree. Bosses be damned, let’s do something for the poor, hungry people struggling to make ends meet – living paycheck to paycheck. I’m doing well for myself right now and can’t complain.. but my first job in broadcast television was with WKXT-TV. In early to mid 1996, I was the new guy.. doing the dirty work for $5.25 an hour. My boss, Production Manager David Williams, came up to me one day and said, “Hey, congratulations!” “Huh?” “You get a raise today!” “Really! Wow, thanks!” I was excited.. I was just a poor student at UT, working 3 jobs and only able to afford Raman noodles and beer. Later during the newscast, the anchor reads that Congress has raised minimum wage by a quarter. Congratulations to you, Mr. Williams: you were the biggest dickhead I’ve ever worked for.
THIS WAS CONVERSATION AND DISCUSSION SPARKED FROM THE WAHOO GAZETTE

The parts of the show that “NewsChannel5″ WTVF-TV, “Your News & Information Leader” chose to allow me to view tonight were good. It’s a shame that the MCO this evening didn’t care enough about the on-air product to actually run the board during the show. I’m just glad he got all his smoke breaks in… otherwise I never would have had the chance to see that same local commercial break that extra time. God bless you “NewsChannel5″ WTVF-TV, “Your News & Information Leader” and God bless The United States Of America!

The shame I have to live with is this: someday I’ll think to myself, “Hey there Chaddy, why don’t you throw in a tape of some Late Shows from the October 2001 era. That was a good time. Let’s check it out.” Then I’ll watch a few shows.. and as the Tuesday, October 16 show comes to a close I’ll think, “Hey, chin up. Another show will immediately follow this one!” And I’ll anticipate the hilarious comedy. Then I’ll be horrified by the Tonight show open. That’s the worst part about all this: my Letterman Library has been infected with an unholy presence, and it will haunt me for years to come. Cruel fate.

The only thing about this whole situation that made me laugh is the news coverage. The national networks did an ok job (For the most part.. the only beef I really have with them is the increasingly moronic Dan Rather who quoted “an ancient Oriental proverb that says, ‘Revenge is best served cold.’” Dammit, Dan.. there’s a HUGE difference between revenge and justice.).

Dan Rather’s lack of professionalism aside, the most ridiculous thing was the local news. Watching the coverage, there was a palpable feeling that the local teams were just chomping at the bit… praying for an excuse to break in and act like they’re big shots. Having worked in local television for years, I’m pretty sure there were quite a few anchors across the nation sitting at the desk in the studio pouting. “But, but.. it’s five o’clock! It’s my turn to be on tv! Waaaaaaahh! Boo-hoo for me! Where’s my airtime!?”

So they took over the bottom part of the screen rolling local headlines. Like there’s anything going on here in Nashville that is worth mentioning while planes are crashing into the biggest buildings in New York City. I fully expected to look up at the 14,576,329th replaying of the second crash and see scrolling across the screen: “From the newsroom: At this hour, T-E-M-A reports no end in sight for construction on I-24…” Well, duh. “Planet Hollywood closes it’s doors (a city mourns)…” Whoop-dee-doo!

Not satisfied with merely cluttering up the already congested screen with their drivel, they go the extra mile to squeeze a local angle out of the terrorism. The national feed is squeezed back into a box on the screen with the audio low.. the local kids have a little box in the corner: “Hello. I’m Bob Localguy interrupting Tom Brokaw for this special report. Actually, I just got a new haircut and wanted to see what it looked like on camera.” Then they go out to the airport to show video of pissed off people sitting around watching CNN. Thanks, local news idiots, but I can see that live right here in my living room.

Later in the day they figured out a way to justify breaking in live again.. they’d woken Governor Sundquist from his coma and propped him up in front of a microphone. He was in a daze. Reporters were firing away with the stupidest questions ever. I was fully expecting them to ask; “What steps have been taken to protect Tennessee from invasion by Arkansas?” “Do you have a contingency plan in case the Bellcourt Theatre falls into enemy hands?” “Will the National Guard be deployed to protect Opry Mills?” “How will we defend the Grand Ole Opry?” “Is the Parthenon in jeopardy?”

At least David Letterman brought class back to television. If you missed the Late Show on Monday, September 17, man did you miss something special. That’s all there is to it. Dave knows exactly what to say when there’s NOTHING you can possibly say. He’s a hilarious comedian, a seasoned broadcaster, a legend in late night, a comedic genius.. but most importantly, a great man. A good person. I can’t possibly put into words the amount of respect and admiration I have. I’m proud to say he’s my hero.

If you did miss it, the video and audio clips are up at www.cbs.com/lateshow/ under “Dave TV.” His speech is under ‘Dave’s Monologues’, and ‘Big Show Highlight’. The Dan Rather interview is also under BSH. A transcript of Dave’s opening remarks is at David Yoder’s site.

Michael Jackson is doing his part to help out the WTC victims.. he’s putting together another song (kinda like “We are the world”) called “What more can i give”…. What more can you give? I dunno. you’ve got an amusement park in your back yard, how ’bout you give some of your own damn money? I’m eating Raman Noodles every day.

Mike’s got a bunch of friends helping him out on this one: Destiny’s Child, Britney Spears, N’Sync, Backstreet Boys… ya know, if all these crappy, TRL-happy, cheesy-ass disposable pop groups can come together for the good of man.. can’t we ALL come together as a people? Huh? HUH?