How I Spent Today

I'm back from the taping of tonight's Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson. My friend Neil Gaiman was among the guests (and the musical performer was his amazing bride, Amanda Palmer) and I needed to get something to Neil so I took it over myself. I live within walking distance of CBS Television City…so naturally in my career, that's the studio where I have least often worked on shows. I've been over in the executive-type wing a few times in the last decade or two for meetings but I think the last time I was in the "studio" section was 1985 when we did CBS Storybreak there with Bob "Captain Kangaroo" Keeshan. That's more than a quarter-century ago.

My confidence that I knew the place wronged me. I didn't pay the closest attention when the lady at the Artists Entrance told me how to get to Stage 58 and soon found that walls have been moved since I was last over there. Many walls. And elevators that once went to the third story now only go to the second. I wound up on the wrong floor, stumbling through where they store the sets for The Price is Right…and I actually made a right turn at the Plinko Board.

Then a passing stagehand saw the I-don't-know-where-the-hell-I'm-going look on my face and offered to direct me. I joked about how the place sure has changed since I worked there and he asked me, "What show did you work on here?"

I said, "I did a show here with Captain Kangaroo." The man's eyebrows shot up and for a moment, he thought I was lying and was therefore perhaps a trespasser. "Captain Kangaroo taped in New York," he said.

He was right insofar as the Good Captain's main show was concerned. But I told the man, "He also hosted CBS Storybreak which taped here in Studio 33" and that seemed to satisfy him. He then gave me what turned out to be faulty directions, thereby routing me to another place which was not where I was supposed to be. Finally, another stagehand pointed me to my destination and I found the dressing room of Neil and Amanda. Soon after, I also found Neil and Amanda.

I was impressed with the smooth professionalism of the production crew. That is not always the case, even with long-running shows. In this case, all was well though Mr. Ferguson had thrown his staff a curve. An opening musical number had been proposed for tonight, it being Halloween and all. Last week, they decided not to do it. This morning, CraigyFerg decided to do it. They had to scramble and book dancers and pre-record the song and rehearse it…and they wound up delaying the taping from 4 PM to 5 PM. The number required two takes because Geoff Peterson's eyes didn't light up at the proper moment the first time.

As I already knew, Ferguson tapes his show slightly out of sequence. The cold openings they do — the segments that precede the opening title — are taped second. The first thing they record is his entrance before the live audience and his monologue. Then they tape the cold opening. (And speaking of cold, you could preserve meat for ten years in that studio. One of the performers in Amanda's band wore a parka while performing. Ms. Palmer, dressed in the frilliest nothing, vowed to wear one whenever she's asked back.)

I was very impressed with Craig Ferguson. He was funny backstage. He was funny chatting with the audience during commercial breaks. As a matter of fact, he was even funnier during the commercial breaks than he was during the show itself…and he was pretty funny during the show itself. From what I can tell, he does very little preparation for the interviews — a lot less than Letterman or Leno or anyone else currently in that line of work.

But then I was briefly unimpressed with something. They taped the first interview, which was with Zooey Deschanel. Then they taped Neil's spot, which went extremely well. (It felt long and I'm wondering if there won't be edits in it when it airs in a little while.) Then they taped Craig introducing Amanda's number…but they didn't tape the number. Then they taped the end of the show and then Ferguson left and after he was gone, they taped Amanda's number.

I was startled. First off, it's common courtesy to any performers you have on your show to watch their performance. Jay Leno, for instance, makes a point of not only watching the musical act perform (as opposed to, say, chatting with his producer during the number) but Jay always moves to a position where both the audience and the performer(s) can see he's watching. It's also good show business to "button" a performance with the host coming over and shaking hands with the performer(s) and joining in on the applause. David Letterman, like Jay, always does that.

Like I said, I was briefly unimpressed. Then several folks explained to me that Ferguson usually does just that but tonight, he had to dash home due to the late taping and his son's Halloween plans. Okay, I'll accept that. I am no longer unimpressed.

Another odd moment. I got to talking with a slim, bald gent backstage though I had no idea who he was. He was wearing a shirt with the show's logo on it and I guess I assumed he worked on the staff. We were talking about CBS and I told him, walking encyclopedia that I am of such things, about some of the shows that had taped in that building. After about ten minutes of folks interrupting us to ask him about musical matters, I figured out that he was part of Amanda's band. And after fifteen, I realized that he was Moby.

So I'm good at TV history, bad at recognizing popular musicians…even musicians whose work I like. Later, I was introduced to another performer who was helping Amanda out — Stephin Merritt of the Magnetic Fields — and I had a momentary inability to recall the name of that CD of his I liked so much. It was 69 Love Songs and I wish I'd had its name on the tip of or anywhere around my tongue when I told him I knew and enjoyed his music. Since I didn't name anything by name, I'm not sure he believed me.

Amanda's number, performed with those two gents plus Neil, went quite well. The live audience seemed to really like her, which is not always the case with audiences who come to see a star and are annoyed they have to sit through other things. Letterman's audiences were at one point notorious for their disinterest in anything on the stage that didn't involve Dave. You could have had the Beatles reuniting over in the performance area and half the audience would have been staring at Dave sitting behind his desk in the dark and they'd be wondering when he'd be talking again. A lot of comedians who might otherwise do stand-up on their own fare better when they sit in the guest chair and perform much the same material as a conversation with Dave. The entire audience will actually listen to the act that way.

As good as Amanda's song was, I actually enjoyed it more when we were in the dressing room earlier and they were rehearsing with just ukuleles or, in a few cases, no instruments at all. It was just Amanda and her spectacular voice, Stephin and Neil (Moby had gone for a walk) running through the tune several times sans microphones. I wish there was a place to hear that kind of thing more often.

So I was impressed by Neil and Amanda both. I was impressed by Craig Ferguson, on and off camera. I was impressed with the opening musical number and the closing one. I was impressed with Josh Robert Thompson, who's the fellow who provides the voice of the Robot Skeleton Sidekick. What else was I impressed by? Oh, yes: The food and beverage in the green room. I worked on a lot of shows and never saw a spread that good. I was even impressed with me, finding my way out and back to my car when it was over. I didn't get lost. Then again, I was walking with Neil's associate Cat, who can do absolutely everything. But I was impressed that I knew to just walk with her…and that's the only reason I'm home to blog about the show before it airs. Trick or treat.

Life Imitates Magic

For this season, the Magic Castle up in Hollywood has been ballyhooing "The Magic Castle is on fire" and they arranged some elaborate lighting effects that made it kinda look a little like the ancient and lovely building was in flames. Well, this afternoon reality caught up with the advertising campaign and a real fire erupted in the attic. It seems to have been knocked down now and the destruction does not appear to have been too severe. I'm guessing the greatest damage will be the lost revenue because the Castle will be closed tonight, its busiest night of the year.

Today's Video Link

And now, I give you…The Great Flydini!

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Recommended Reading

Paul Begala on how Rick Perry seems to have blown a solid shot at the G.O.P. nomination. Begala is no fan of Perry's but he does know political campaigns and I'll bet the Perry folks would agree with all or most of what he writes.

My Annual "I Don't Like Halloween" Post

Here's a rerun of an item I posted here a few years ago…

At the risk of coming off like the Ebenezer Scrooge of a different holiday, I have to say: I really don't like Halloween and never have. Even as a kid, the idea of dressing up and going from house to house to collect candy struck me as enormously unpleasant. I did it a few times when I was young because it seemed to be expected of me…but I never enjoyed it. I felt stupid in the costume and when I got home, I had a bag of "goodies" I didn't want to eat. In my neighborhood, you got a lot of licorice and Mounds bars and Jordan Almonds, none of which I liked.

And of course, absolutely no one likes candy corn. Don't write to me and tell me you do because I'll just have to write back and call you a liar. No one likes candy corn. No one, do you hear me?

My trick-or-treating years were before there were a lot of scares about people putting razor blades or poison into Halloween candy. Even then, I wound up throwing out just about everything except those little Hershey bars. So it was wasteful, and I also didn't like the dress-up part of it with everyone trying to look maimed or bloody. I've never understood why anyone thinks that's fun to do or fun to see.

I wonder if anyone's ever done any polling to find out what percentage of Halloween candy that is purchased and handed-out is ever eaten. And I wonder how many kids would rather not dress up or disfigure themselves for an evening if anyone told them they had a choice. Where I live, they seem to have decided against it. Each year, I stock up and no one comes. For a while there, I wound up eating a couple bags of leftover candy myself. The last few Halloweens, I've switched to little boxes of Sun-Maid Raisins, which are a lot healthier if I get stuck with them. Maybe I ought to switch to candy corn. That way, I wouldn't have to worry about anyone eating it. And if no one comes, I could just keep it around and not give it out again next year.

The only thing that's changed since I first wrote that is that my sweet tooth has disappeared to the point where I don't even like Sun-Maid Raisins. I've stocked up on little packages of peanut butter crackers to give out if any kids show up…which is highly unlikely. And also I've received plenty of e-mails from liars who are trying to get me to believe they like candy corn.

me on the radio

The second installment has been posted of my three-part chat with my pals Paul Dini and Misty Lee. It's their popular weekly podcast, Radio Rashy, which you can hear at their website or on iTunes or many other places. In this chapter, we talk about some of my encounters with great magicians and I tell the tale of how I met my longtime friend and collaborator, Sergio Aragonés. It's fun and it's free.

If You Can Find Me, I'm Here

Last night in Costa Mesa, there was to be a one-performance-only program that sure sounded interesting to me: Stephen Sondheim would be interviewed and a few of his songs would be performed by Christine Ebersole and Brian Stokes Mitchell. I almost got tickets but then I was invited to speak at the CAPS Banquet (see previous posting) and that's why I wasn't there. Mr. Sondheim had another reason to not be there: The big storm in the East closing down airports. What happens when you have a sold-out auditorium of folks who are there to hear Stephen Sondheim and there's no Stephen Sondheim? Read all about it.

The Fold-In Guy

Photo by David Folkman
Photo by David Folkman

Last night, the Comic Art Professional Society had its annual banquet and the honoree was longtime MAD contributor Al Jaffee. Boy, what a popular selection that was. Al and his lovely wife Joyce were flown out on the CAPS dime, put up at a nice (I trust) hotel and are being wined and dined for the weekend. One of the speakers last night was Tom Gammill, who writes for The Simpsons. Tomorrow, Al and Joyce are being chauffeured over to the Simpsons offices because all the writers and producers there are dying to meet the guy.

Al is 90 years old, though he could pass for…oh, maybe 75. He began his career in comics in 1941 and in that first year began writing and drawing for Timely Comics and its editor, Stan Lee. Stan, a past recipient of this award himself, appeared in last night's program via a pre-recorded video. Jaffee hooked up with MAD in 1955, writing his first article for issue #25 and then writing and drawing one for #26. Amazingly, there was someone else in the room last night who was in MAD even before Al. Russ Heath, last year's CAPS honoree, was present.

Jaffee left MAD almost immediately after those first sales because Harvey Kurtzman left. Al followed Harvey to other ventures but when those failed to ignite, Jaffee returned to MAD as a writer (only) in 1958 and then began drawing also for them in 1963. Last night's speakers discussed his career and when I got to the podium, I discussed why Al wrote for MAD but didn't draw for them for five years.

MAD publisher William M. Gaines liked working with a little "family" of freelancers. He liked having the same guys in every issue. It didn't matter as much with writers — some of them came and went, some stayed forever — but most of the guys who drew for MAD stayed a long, long time. They did not have any formal contracts but there was an understanding that if they remained exclusive to MAD (i.e., didn't work for direct competitors), they would routinely receive a certain amount of work.

After editor Al Feldstein had finished assigning X number of pages to Mort Drucker and Y number to Bob Clarke and Z to Wallace Wood (etc.), there were no openings for anyone else, no room for Jaffee art. So Al wrote…and he wrote very well. Al also didn't have that much time to draw anyway since he was doing his newspaper strip, Tall Tales, from 1957 to 1963.

About the time that strip ended, there was a rare exodus among the MAD artists. Several different stories have been told about why Wally Wood stopped drawing for the publication but they all involve alcohol and we needn't go into them here. The point is that Wood ceased to be a regular contributor about the time Jaffee had more time on his drawing board. His first "new" art for MAD appeared in issue #76, cover-dated January of 1963.

And another new artist popped up in MAD in the same issue. That was the first issue to feature the cartoon stylings of Señor Sergio Aragonés.

The circumstantial evidence led me to a conclusion that I announced in my speech last night: If Wally Wood had gone to A.A., we would not have been honoring Al Jaffee last evening. And Sergio wouldn't have a career at all.

Which is, of course, a joke — at least in Jaffee's case. His drawing skills could not have been denied a place in MAD for much longer. Soon after in issue #86, he inaugurated the MAD Fold-In — that thing you saw in the inside back cover and you didn't really want to fold your issue and ruin it a little but you couldn't resist seeing the way the picture and the text under it changed when you did. I have friends who began buying two copies of every issue — one to fold, one to keep — and I can't believe it didn't boost the magazine's circulation a bit.

In 1968, there was a brief worry that the feature would have to end. In 1965, the rising cost of printing forced MAD to go from 25 cents, as it had been since 1955, to 30 cents. Just three years later, costs went up again and it had to go to 35 cents. Gaines fretted that readers would think they were being gouged by a new price hike so soon after the last one. Feldstein, who had long felt that MAD needed to upgrade its "package" a bit, suggested they print the inside covers in color instead of black-and-white so the buyers would feel they were getting a little something more for their money.

Gaines agreed but there was a concern: Jaffee had been working his magic — crafting drawings which turned from one image to another when folded — in black-and-white. How could he do that with the added complication of color? Well, they asked Al and he said "I'll try" and he had no problem making the next one work in color. Or the next one. Or the one after that…and so on. My God, he's still doing them. Almost every issue. At age 90. In color and just as good as they ever were.

And I think David took this one, too.
And I think David took this one, too.

As stunning as the Fold-Ins have been, my favorite Jaffee contribution to MAD was his invention of a feature called "Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions," which commenced in #98. On several occasions, David Letterman has been quoted as saying his entire career is nothing more than that — snappy answers to stupid questions. The photo above is me right after I got Al to sign a piece of original art from my collection. Yes, I own the originals to the first installment of "Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions." It's not only a prize I treasure, it's the guiding philosophy of so much of my life.

The banquet hall last night was full of other folks to admire. Along with Sergio and Russ Heath, there was Mell Lazarus and June Foray and Cathy Guisewite and Jerry Eisenberg and Floyd Norman and Scott Shaw! and Stan Sakai and Tom Luth and Max Pross and Bill Morrison and I don't know why I started listing attendees because now someone will be miffed that I didn't include them. So I'll just say that I intentionally left out the name of the most important, talented attendee and everyone can assume I mean them.

The main thing though of course was that Al Jaffee was there. He seemed to be having a very good time and not just because he was missing all the snow back in New York. Before the ceremony, his wife Joyce was amazed at the crowd and at the lush setup for the event and she asked me, "Do you think he really deserves this?" I couldn't think of a snappy answer at that moment but after all the speeches and all the love that was demonstrated for Al, I think she realized it was kind of a stupid question.

Today's Video Link

Allan Sherman with what I think was his third-biggest single hit. A few of the lyrics in this differ from the recorded version…

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Today's Political Comment

I don't claim to be an expert on Catholicism so there's probably an explanation for this. I can certainly understand someone considering themselves a devout Catholic and therefore an adherent to the church's opposition to the Death Penalty. I can even understand someone considering themselves a devout Catholic but admitting that they disagree with the church about the Death Penalty. What I can't understand is someone considered themselves a devout Catholic and just kind of pretending the church supports the Death Penalty. You'd think the longest-serving Justice of the Supreme Court would be able to cope with a fact that didn't support his personal prejudice.