I know I’m excited.
As your days on Late Night wind down and you prepare to take over the storied seat behind the Tonight Show desk, I want to offer a word of advice.
(As someone who has watched you grow and change on LNJF…and who watches all your late night competitors, too.)
Pare down your monologue.
It used to be short. I can remember early monologues that were five jokes. Maybe that was too quick, but now your opening is too long. The quality of the jokes has improved, but it’s still not your strong suit. You know what is –
Games. Music. Sketches. Long-form pieces. And your relationship with the celebs you’ve invited…but currently rush in and out because you don’t have any time.
I think we just found some.
A spaceship crashed in Manhattan last night.
You didn’t hear about it? I did. I was in the theatre that it hit.
I hadn’t heard much about the show until Jimmy Fallon gave it a rave review. Then it seemed like everyone was talking about it.
The eight performers — residents of the planet Voca performing to gain ‘life energy’ for their spaceship so they can return home — act as alien as they appear. When they first walk on stage, they can’t even speak English; however, linking hands with an audience member quickly engages their ‘universal translator.’
Space age gimmicks aside, the vocals and harmonies of Voca People are — forgive me — out of this world. The entire act is a capella; they create every note with only their mouths and microphones. While I could have done without the narrative, the song selection, quality of performance and sheer energy made me an instant fan.
Seriously — they do a rendition of “Bohemian Rhapsody” that is worth the complete price of admission. And their interaction with audience members is an endearing combination of awkward and awesome.
So, if you’re near the theatre district and see a UFO…
Run towards the light.
I’m having a Boston feel good kinda morning.
Rory Dog and I are in town this week and started revisiting our old haunts today.
It’s like we never left.
While not a perfect movie, it is a great Boston sports movie — primarily due to the timing of the Farrelly Brothers’ shoot. This story of a Boston Red Sox fanatic and his attempts to balance a romantic relationship with his baseball obsession wrapped during the Sox’s unbelievable World Series win.
Talk about a happy ending.
It just kinda fits with this beautiful, Boston day. It’s a nice place to visit. And we’re glad to be here.
The Tony Awards are tonight!
As excited as I am to see the incomparable Neil Patrick Harris host the festivities, and watch performances from the most exciting lineup of nominated shows in years…
I’m really psyched about the red carpet.
You see, the Tonys are in my ‘hood this year, at the Beacon Theatre on the Upper West Side. You may remember it as the site of Comedy Central’s Night of Too Many Stars, A Benefit for Autism, hosted by Jon Stewart.
Rory and I happened upon that red carpet quite by accident. A small crowd of people had gathered on the sidewalk across the street from the red carpet, so we stopped to see who we could see.
Most of the celebs got out of their cars and went straight into the media tent, but a few acknowledged the crowd. Amy Poehler and Will Arnett waved. Jack Black did a high energy running high-five.
And Jimmy Fallon kissed my dog.
I was holding Rory in the crush of people. Jimmy was shaking hands and working the crowd — this was right before Late Night went on the air. When he stepped in front of me, he said “Your dog is so cute,” and then kissed Rory right on the mouth.
Rory never heard from Jimmy again.
If you’re a fan of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon or The Colbert Report (or both), you know the two hosts are in the middle of a feud that threatens their ‘six-month friendship.’
Colbert has slammed Fallon for using a photo of his recent appearance on Late Night in Emmy promotional materials, when the two hosts compete in the same category. Colbert even took Fallon to task in a spoof of his “Thank You Notes” segment, which is now a New York Times best-selling book.
Fallon responded to Colbert’s accusations last night on Late Night, doing a little spoofing of his own. Here’s how it all went down:
I love this.
Kudos to Stephen Colbert for seeing an opportunity to create some late night mischief, and to Jimmy Fallon for lobbing the ball right back at him. I hope the two keep this ‘feud’ going throughout the Emmy nomination process, the awards show and beyond.
With a fight this good, they might just have a chance at snatching that Emmy away from Jon Stewart.
You know…it kinda makes The Sticky Egg wanna get into a feud with another blog. Gonna start looking around today.
I’m itching for a fake fight myself.
For someone who doesn’t stay up all that late, I spend a lot of time watching late night television — about three or more hours each day, thanks to my DVR.
I should really be thanking Johnny Carson.
None of them are Carson, but they all have little pieces of him in their repertoire.
Jimmy Fallon has his joy. David Letterman his creativity. Conan his self-doubt. Craig Ferguson his dirty mind. And Jay Leno?
Well, Jay Leno just has his time slot.
It’s hard to believe that it was 19 years ago today that Carson signed off after hosting the Tonight Show for 30 years:
I want to thank the gentlemen who’ve shared this stage with me for thirty years, Mr. Ed McMahon — Mr. Doc Severinsen — and — you people watching, I can only tell you that it has been an honor and a privilege to come into your homes all these years and entertain you — and I hope when I find something that I want to do, and I think you would like, and come back, that you’ll be as gracious in inviting me into your home as you have been.
I bid you a very heartfelt good night.
The late night shows debuted their holiday decor this week.
You can tell a lot about a host by his tinsel.
Dave, Jimmy and Jimmy have gone the more traditional route — the scatter of lights, poinsettias, a tree or two. Their sets look festive in the way you might expect. Heck, they may be using last year’s decorations.
Who would notice?
You will definitely remember Conan’s. His approach to trimming the set this year is more akin to projectile vomiting. His stage makes Clark Griswold’s house look dark and neglected. Dinosaurs. Giant sandwiches. A robot rabbi.
It’s gawdy and fabulous, but people with pacemakers best beware.
In sharp contrast, Craig Ferguson’s stage still suffers from bad lighting and leaks from the rain. He seems filled with the Christmas spirit, but his budget extends only to a small, lighted desktop tree — that he plugged in with a flourish — and a Santa cap for Geoff Peterson, his robot skeleton sidekick.
Funny. After watching both shows, I realized I preferred the simplicity of Craig’s display. It has that authentic Charlie Brown quality, whereas Conan’s feels like the need to show off…to splatter his ego and budget all over the place to prove that he is back in the game.
Rudolph syndrome, no doubt.
Can you remember the last time you witnessed the birth of something truly amazing?
Maybe it was the actual birth of your child. Or a huge idea at work that made a gazillion dollars for your company. Or maybe you simply learned something new that made one of those cartoon light bulbs start flashing above your head.
Hey — it could happen.
Well, yesterday I witnessed the birth of a new game on late night television. (Yes — something that important.)
I laughed aloud the entire segment.
I can’t decide if the game is brilliant in its simplicity — pouring stuff from buckets on people’s heads — or if my blood sugar was low and anything would have been funny. But subsequent viewings on a full stomach still make make me laugh.
Here’s a link to the video clips. Jimmy cut the segment in two so it would play faster on your computer. (He’s such a nice boy.)
Let me know what you think!