Gene Moss and Shrimpenstein

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In the above photo, the big guy on the right is Gene Moss, who for most of his career was a top comedy writer, often in tandem with a gent named Jim Thurman.  The little guy on the left is Shrimpenstein, the title character of a short-lived but well-remembered kids' show on Channel 9 in Los Angeles.  Shrimpenstein ran every Monday through Friday at 5:00 in the afternoon.  It was done live and a casual viewer might sometimes have gotten the notion that the managers of KHJ had gone out in the alley, found two drunks, bought them a few extra pints and sent them out to do a TV program, ostensibly for toddlers.

The station was going through a period where it was acting like its parents weren't home.  During this time, it also tried an afternoon dance party show called Groovy, which was broadcast live from Santa Monica Beach.  Fathers all across Los Angeles were racing to get home in time to watch the 15-year-old girls in bikinis flash the camera.  Some left work early so they could also catch Moss and Thurman's televised Happy Hour.

Shrimpenstein went on the air in January of '67.  At the time, almost every local TV station was trying to work a Soupy Sales knock-off, some of them amazingly close.  Channel 9 also offered up — briefly — a morning man named Bill Holly whose show was a precise clone of Soupy's: Pies in the face, guys at the door, dog puppet-gloves reaching into camera range, etc.  Same show but not as funny.  Shrimpenstein incorporated most of the same elements: One guy on camera, another working puppets just off-stage.  The difference was that this show was set in a kind of Transylvania castle with Moss playing Dr. Von Schtick, who was supposed to sound like Boris Karloff but who sounded more like Bobby "Boris" Pickett on the record, "Monster Mash."  Actually, late in the run (sometimes, late in any given episode), Moss would tire of the accent and announce, "I'm sick of this stupid voice" and just drop it.

His partner Jim Thurman was the unseen guy, playing various roles.  They had two "White Fang"-type hairy gloves.  One was Klaus, who was some kind of rude creature who, like Soupy's canines, reached into the scene from next to the camera.  The other came out of a box like "The Thing" on The Addams Family.  He was called Wilfred the Weiner Wolf because he was originally the spokeswolf for a brand of frankfurters that bought much of the commercial time on the program.  Then one day, Wilfred — who muttered everything under his breath so he sounded like an obscene phone caller — started explaining that their sponsor used only the finest ingredients, including live kitty cats.  Dr. Von Schtick gasped (this was apparently not in any script) and asked Wilfred, "You don't mean this fine product actually grinds up cats?"  Wilfred answered, "Yeah…they take people's kitty cats and throw them in the vats."  Following that broadcast, the hot dog company was no longer involved with Shrimpenstein and Wilfred was occasionally grumbling about having lost his weiner.

That was how it often went on Shrimpenstein.  It became one of those shows you were afraid to not watch for fear you'd miss Dr. Von Schtick exposing himself on the air or Wilfred saying the "f" word.  None of that occurred but there was forever a sense of danger.

One time, they were off the air because there had been a fire at the Channel 9 transmitter that had blacked out the entire station for much of one day.  The following afternoon, Dr. Von Schtick explained that he had been the cause of the blackout because one of his experiments had gone wrong.  There was a huge toggle-switch on the set — they called it "The Bull Switch" — which he would often throw to start a cartoon or something.  He walked over and, to demonstrate what he'd supposedly done the day before, threw the switch…and the station went to black again, this time intentionally but only for about thirty seconds.  That thirty seconds, however, was enough to panic the station managers who thought the transmitter had blown up once more.  One of them reportedly was on the phone screaming and firing technicians when he finally realized that it wasn't another disaster; just Moss and Thurman screwing around again.  (Around this time, the station also gave up on a micro-budgeted late night talk show hosted by Moss and Thurman, with Stan Worth as their bandleader.  For no visible reason, Gene and Jim were dressed as basketball referees and, going in and out of commercials, they would toss free throws through a hoop on the set or make their guests try.)

At times, Shrimpenstein was almost an average kids' show, as per the Soupy formula.  Soupy had his puppets, Pookie and Hippie, who would mime to records.  Shrimpenstein had The Tijuana Bats, who would dance to records that were played at double-speed, a la The Chipmunks.

Early on, they tried running the Marvel Super-Hero cartoons that had just been produced by the Grantray-Lawrence studio on the lowest of budgets.  Dr. Von Schtick would introduce each as, "Another Marvel mediocrity" or "Another one of those cartoons where nothing ever moves."  One time, he even suggested that kids switch over to Channel 11 and watch Roger Ramjet…a good cartoon.  Moss and Thurman had been the head writers, and had provided occasional voices for Roger Ramjet.  KHJ must have loved that.

And, of course, two or three times a week, Moss would get hit with a pie.  On the very last show, he dragged Thurman on-camera and pelted him with about ten of them.

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Their last telecast came abruptly.  As I recall, they didn't say it was their last show, though they seem to have known.  The following Monday, Dr. Von Schtick and Wilfred and the Tijuana Bats were gone, and one of the station's newsmen was awkwardly working Shrimpenstein.  (Moss and Thurman hadn't had much more success with the dummy, which was built by famed puppet-maker Wah Chang.  First, Moss had tried supplying its voice but he was no ventriloquist.  Then, Thurman did the voice from off-camera while Moss clumsily moved the mouth, never remotely in sync.  Then, for a time, they just ignored their title character whenever possible.  I seem to remember one show where Dr. Von Schtick announced that Shrimpenstein would not be appearing that afternoon because "no one remembers where we left the stupid puppet.")  The show only lasted another week or two after their departure.

Soon after, there was a much-publicized rally in Griffith Park.  Billed as a campaign to get Shrimpenstein (the Moss-Thurman version) back on the air, it reportedly turned into Gene and Jim just doing all the material Channel 9 wouldn't let them do, angering some parents who'd brought their kids.  It was the last time I know of either performing anywhere.  For a time, they wrote for different TV shows, including a stint with Bob Hope, and operated a small company that produced humorous commercials.  At some point, they split and Moss worked for various shows and advertising agencies, while Thurman became a key writer for The Electric Company and, later, Sesame Street.

Thurman continues to work at such projects but Moss passed away last week, following a short bout with pancreatic cancer.  I never had the pleasure of meeting either gent in person (I spoke to Thurman a few times on the phone) but as a devout Shrimpenstein watcher, I feel like I've lost one of my childhood buddies.

(P.S. Thanks to Scott Shaw!, who shares my fond memories of the show, for pointing out an egregious error I made when I first posted this.  It has, of course, been fixed.)

The Man for the Job

Who says the Democrats don't have a candidate for 2004?  What about James Traficant?  Truly, he is the man who can unite America…the one man about whom people from all walks of life agree.  He'll scare the hell out of terrorists.  They'll know he's capable of doing just about any stupid thing.  And Congress won't have to waste time investigating our Chief Executive's past business dealings.  His have already been exposed as illegal and he can just pardon himself and say, "The people knew I was a crook when they elected me."

He's a great, inspirational leader.  Abraham Lincoln said, "Fourscore and seven years ago…"  "John F. Kennedy said, "Ask not what your country can do for you."  James Traficant said, "I'm having some rectal disorder because of this."  When President George W. Bush makes a speech, the stock market plunges.  When President James Traficant makes a speech, the stock market may still plunge but at least, we can all laugh at his haircut while it does.

I'm telling you, the man can win.  Bring back Bob Dornan as his running mate and let them campaign on the Loose Cannon platform.

You can look elsewhere if you want, but me…I've found my candidate.  Traficant in 2004.  We've done worse.

Herbie Lives!

My buddy Scott Shaw! features the indomitable Herbie Popnecker today over on his Oddball Comics page.  Like everyone who ever picked up a copy of Herbie, I have an odd, hard-to-explain affection for The Fat Fury.  His strip was not exactly a humor comic but it also wasn't exactly not a humor comic…a book done with a deadpan silliness that no one has ever been able to replicate and which, likely, no one ever will.  It's another comic that someone ought to reprint but, I suspect, no one ever will.

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Okay, so the Ethics Committee has voted unanimously to kick James Traficant out of Congress.  That's bad because he's been such a source of entertainment.  But it's good because he gets to make a speech before the entire House defending himself.  The rules say he's entitled to 30 minutes but he's requested eight hours.  I say, make it a series!  We're setting the TiVo for this one, folks.

My longtime pal Joe Brancatelli continues to write good pieces on what's wrong with the airline industry.  Check out his latest at his website.

Hey, remember those Post Grape Nuts commercials with the Burke Family?  The one where the boy friend said, "Mrs. Burke!  I thought you were Dale"?  Of course, you do.  Well, the Burke family has set up this website to recall those TV spots.  Give it a look.

People with too much free time: Number one in a series.

I've made a few small changes in the list of Panels I'm Hosting at Comic-Con International…just updating a few of the panel participants.  And yes, I know I haven't posted much lately.  This will change.

A Real Representative

Just when you thought there was nothing a member of our House of Representatives could do to further embarrass that august body, along comes James Traficant.  I must say, he's really outdoing himself.  It's like the scene in Woody Allen's Bananas where the dictator goes off the deep end and declares that all underwear is to be worn on the outside.  He also seems to be flaunting an anal obsession.  Here's a line from the AP coverage of Traficant's speech the other day before the House Ethics Committee…

He declared he wanted to "kick the ass" of the businessman who claimed to have owned him, that he was "having some rectal disorder because of this," and that an FBI witness could have had a "small microphone up his rectum."

Now, are those the words of a statesman or what?  He's now promising that if he goes to prison, he'll run for re-election from his cell and win.  I may move to Ohio and vote for him.

Various Things

It's official: Jason Alexander and Martin Short starring in the Los Angeles company of The ProducersHere's the story.

I didn't like the first broadcast of Phil Donahue's new show on MSNBC.  But I liked it a little more Tuesday and even more Wednesday.  Someone ought to tell this man that, since he's doing short segments, he can't ask eleven minute questions of his guests.  But unlike most TV talkers, he does seem more interested in issues than theatrics so I'm going to stick with this one for at least a few more days.

Thoughts Just Before Bedtime

Well, only days after I posted that message about Spyware, I had to cleanse my system of two such components.  This afternoon, while searching for a better piece of software via which to track and record my eBay purchases, I ventured into some new software sites.  Before I knew it, one of them had forcibly installed a couple of search bars for Internet Explorer.  I got suspicious, did some sleuthing and found that I now had two programs I didn't want on my computer, running and intermittently phoning home with God-knows-what-data.  They're gone now but I'm keeping both eyes open for similar invasions of my privacy.  It's a jungle out there.

Caught the first episode of Phil Donahue's new MSNBC show.  He spent an hour talking and, between breaths, allowing his guests to say something…but since one of them was Pat Buchanan, that wasn't necessarily bad.  Buchanan was on to decry the Pledge of Allegiance decision and for some reason, he kept saying, "Our children are now forbidden to say the Pledge of Allegiance in school" and Donahue never said, "No, just the part about One Nation Under God."  I'm still searching for a debate show host who corrects his guests when they say silly stuff like that.

I was in a video store the other day where someone had filled a shelf with DVDs but put them in backwards.  Ergo, the spine on every one read, "Security Device Enclosed."  Very helpful.  It got me to thinking: What will happen if someone produces a movie called Security Device Enclosed?  This comes from the same part of my brain that responds when I drive down that block on Hollywood Boulevard where there's a store that advertises "All items, 99 cents" and on the opposite side of the road, there's a shop that proclaims, "All items, 98 cents."  I always think, "Price war!" and imagine people telling the clerk, "No thanks, I can buy it cheaper across the street."

I've gotta get to bed.  Sweet dreams, Websurfers.

Amazing Tales of the Internet

Last evening at 6 PM, I posted the previous message, lamenting the absence of canned Canada Dry Ginger Ale in Los Angeles markets.  At 10:30, just four and a half hours later, my phone rang and a mysterious woman's voice said, "Look on your front step."  I did…and found two 12-packs of Canada Dry Ginger Ale.  In cans.

There was a note from the owner of the mysterious voice giving her phone number.  I called and found myself talking to a lady friend from almost 20 years ago…someone I haven't spoken to for at least ten.  Turns out, she's a regular browser of this site and she read my plaintive cry just before her regular shopping trip to a nearby Ralph's Market.  While there, she decided to complain to the manager on my behalf and he explained to her that they stopped carrying 6-packs of Canada Dry Ginger Ale a few weeks ago…but that they've been waiting for, and had just received, the new 12-packs.  (They didn't tell me this at my Ralph's when I inquired.)  So she bought two, swung by here and deposited them on the porch of a house in which she hoped I still lived.

So I now have cans of Canada Dry Ginger Ale in the fridge…and I know where to get more when those are gone.  Thank you, Sherry.

Post-Bialystock Debriefing

Henry Goodman, who was unceremoniously fired from the lead role of The Producers on Broadway, has given his first post-ousting interview.  Here's a link to the entire article which, we warn you, will only be online for a limited time.  And here's the most relevant quote from the interview…

"Personally, I think they blew it.  Of course they'd say, 'No, no Henry, you blew it.'  I just wanted the freedom to deepen my character, make him darker, more like Zero Mostel (who played the part in the original 1968 film).  Just look at these letters" — he chucks down a sheaf of fan mail — "the bookings were fine.  The fact is, 60,000 people saw me and no one asked for their money back.  But they wanted a clone of Nathan and I wasn't prepared to give them that."

I never saw Mr. Goodman in the show and my friends who did seemed quite divided about his performance…which may be a matter of differing tastes but it may be that he was evolving in the show.  Either way, you have to wonder: What the hell happened here?  If ever a show had its choice of leading men, it was The Producers.  Henry Goodman was not cast because they were desperate and had to take someone and pray he'd improve.  He auditioned, they liked him, they signed him and…what?

Show (All) Tunes

A friend of mine in a show there tells me of a show that, word has it, is trying to get its act together so it can inhabit one of those showrooms.  It's called Bare on Broadway and it will feature nude women performing in numbers from classic musical comedies.  The idea, I guess, is to try and appeal to heterosexual men who like show tunes.  Hey, I'll buy a ticket but I have a feeling I'll be kinda lonely in the audience.  I suspect some composers and their publishing companies will refuse Grand Rights permissions but imagine: "Tits and Ass" (from A Chorus Line) performed with real tits and ass…

Pop Culture

I'm putting out an All-Points Bulletin for Canada Dry Ginger Ale in cans.  It has mysteriously disappeared from the shelves of all the markets I frequent in Los Angeles, leaving my favorite beverage available only in clunky, hard-to-handle plastic bottles.  As I mentioned in

Mr. Krigstein

The late Bernie Krigstein didn't do a lot of comic books that you've heard of but, at least in his middle period, he was one of the most amazing storytellers the field has ever known.  His early work showed signs of a decent (not great) artist struggling with the form, the nature of the material, the handicaps of mass production, etc.  His later work for Dell and other companies, isn't covered in the book I'm plugging here but may be in a sequel.  It seemed to be the output of an artist who was going wildly experimental on material that didn't always lend itself to innovation.

But his middle period, working as one of the artists at EC Comics, is fascinating.  And the subject of a superb new book. B. Krigstein, Vol. 1, by Greg Sadowski.  It's part bio, part art book and, for the student of comic art, a must-have.  (It's also, at fifty bucks, a bit steep…but you can order it for $35 from Amazon.Com by clicking here and, if you do, this site gets a tiny cut.)

You can read more about the book and its subject in this review that's running in the current New Yorker.  It's written by my buddy Art Spiegelman who has, himself, done some amazing things with the notion of making drawings on a printed page tell a story.  I'll write some more here about Krigstein when I get a moment.

Good Morning!

Here's an article in the L.A. Times about animators (and other creators) doing voices in their own cartoons.

And for those following the whole matter of our president's past financial dealings, here's a link to "Notes on a Native Son," an article that Joe Conason did more than two years ago for Harper's.  Generally ignored at the time, it is now being cited in most pieces about how Bush amassed his wealth.

Someone wrote to ask what political web sites are worth daily visits.  A good place to start would be to bookmark these two warring (but generally sane) weblogs which reference other sites and articles thereupon. The Conservative site is The Corner, which is maintained by The National Review.  Its Liberal, opposite number is Tapped, which is brought to you by The American Prospect.  Both are updated several times a day and from them, you'll find links to other pages you may wish to frequent.

News Worthy

Interesting article in The Observer (a British paper) asking why the American press is just now noticing some of George W. Bush's shady business past.  I still don't think Bush will get or lose a second term based on this kind of thing…but I do think that we're in for an avalanche of scandals and charges of financial impropriety.  Eventually, the notion that Bush screwed over countless people to make his fortune will be as much a "fact" as the notion that Clinton screwed countless women.  I also think some of the president's men will soon be vacating the premises.  Here's the link to the article.

And hey, could James Traficant be making a bigger jerk of himself?  There's something oddly fascinating about a man who seems to get up every morning and ask himself, "Hmm…there may still be one or two people out there with an ounce of respect for me.  What can I do today to disabuse them of that idea?"  We call this The Mike Tyson Syndrome.  Go, Jim!

me on the radio

My dulcet tones will be heard on the Paul Harris radio extravaganza tomorrow afternoon (Monday) around 1:30 Central Time.  Our topic will be my bizarre experiences working on the Pink Lady TV show, some 22 years ago.  Paul broadcasts on station KTRS, aka "The Big 550" in St. Louis and you can hear excerpts on his site, which is located at www.harrisonline.com.  Wish I could hear him on L.A. radio.  He's an enormously entertaining interviewer.