I don’t know exactly how much I can say right now, but I know for a fact that a new downtown bar will be opening within the next two months, and it will be staffed by people every downtowner knows. I don’t mean like “Oh, isn’t that the guy from down the street’s cousin that I met once?”, I mean “Oh shit, I had no idea this was coming!”. I’ll post more details when I know what I can and can’t post.
I present a dissenting opinion…
CONAN O’BRIEN got a full 20 commercial-free minutes to open his first night as host of “The Tonight Show” last night and it wasn’t a pretty — nor especially funny — sight. In fact, his decision to do sketch upon sketch instead of a tight monologue with smart topical humor was, at times, painfully unfunny.
After all those months of breathless network preparation, the program began with a semi-monologue in which O’Brien poked fun at himself. He said he’s doing a show on the last-place network and has moved to a bankrupt state to do a show that was sponsored by General Motors.
OK. I wasn’t crying with laughter — but it had just started.
Then began the endless sketches, beginning with one in which Cone-Hair ran in his business suit from NYC through the entire country to Hollywood, stopping only once — at the Victorian doll store.
He finally arrived at the new studio, where he realized he’d left his keys in his NYC apartment. Again, it wasn’t worth the months of waiting.
Then the only man on TV with a more bizarre ‘do than Trump’s also did a bunch of Hispanic jokes, including speaking Spanish to feel at home in his new town.
Then he showed himself acclimating to Los Angeles sitting in the last row of a Lakers game, and then giving a Universal Studio tour in a tram. Again, not a million big laughs.
After the break, he came back and gave a shout-out to his predecessor, saying, “Let’s all give it up for Mr. Jay Leno,” who, he explained, “took very good care of the franchise for 17 years.” You bet.
Finally, out came the first — and only — sit-down guest, Will Ferrell, whose comedy immediately turned excruciating.
He was there, it seemed, only to promote his upcoming “Land of the Lost,” a movie I’d previewed a few hours earlier. I’m not a movie reviewer, but let’s just say that was two Ferrell let-downs in one night.
Ferrell began by coming out on a throne carried by Egyptian slaves, showed clips of his movie and then sang, “Never Can Say Goodbye,” to which Conan said, “This is not a goodbye show!”
That allowed Ferrell to answer, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m pulling for you man.” We all are, but so far, all I’m feeling is Leno deprivation.
Thank God that Pearl Jam finished up the night with their new song. It was the only truly entertaining moment of the night.
Bottom line? Conan fans wont be disappointed — it’s Conan the frat guy — just earlier.
Bottom line? I’m annoyed that this moron is writing for the Post and I’m not. If last night’s Conan didn’t make you laugh, your opinion is stupid and wrong.
This is not news. I don’t care. If I did, I would watch that horrible show, but I’m heterosexual. Also, that’s a stupid name. Please stop covering a reality show as if it were actual news.
Love,
Sig
No idea what this guy’s story is, but he’s always around, looking for a place to do Elvis songs. Reminds me of “Tiny Elvis” from the old SNL sketch.
Shot with my MinoHD at Superior Bar.
I deserve a beer for writing this.Shot with my MinoHD.
I deserve a beer for writing this.I’m actually up at a decent hour so I figured I should get out and do something. I think I’m gonna hit the crawfish boil at Orleans on Front first, it starts at 2pm in the parking lot next door to the building.
After that, I’ll probably head down to Beale street to see my friend Rodd play drums with Mercury Boulevard at the outside stage at Black Diamond, between Black Diamond and Superior.
After that, I’ll probably be pretty drunk, so who knows.
I’ll try and get some vids of both, I’ll be carrying my MinoHD
I deserve a beer for writing this.From the official site.
Looks like it might be worth getting wet this year, a lot better than the last few years IMO.
The All-American Rejects
Steve Miller Band
Ben Harper & Relentless7
Tommy Castro
Katy Perry
The Cult
G. Love & Special Sauce
Jack’s Mannequin
Rise Against
Ronnie Baker Brooks
Matt Nathanson
Medeski, Martin & Wood
Lurrie Bell
Bonnie Bramlett
Al Green
Korn
George Clinton & Parliament Funkadelic
John Lee Hooker, Jr.
Shinedown
Elvis Costello
The Roots
Curtis Salgado
Saving Abel
Los Lobos
Michael Burks
The Bar-Kays
Thriving Ivory
Susan Tedeschi
Julian Marley
Cedric Burnside & Lightin’ Malcolm
Chancho En Piedra (from Chile)
Muck Sticky
Green Rive Ordinance
Hubert Sumlin
Billy Gibson Band
Shane Dwight
Jump Back Jake
James Taylor
311
Fall Out Boy
John Mayall & The Bluesbreakers
Hinder
Bonnie Raitt
Snoop Dogg
Guitar Shorty
Theory of a Deadman
Jerry Lee Lewis
Three 6 Mafia
Sherman Robertson
Chancho En Piedra (from Chile)
Amos Lee
Prosevere
Damon Fowler
Dead Confederate
Reba Russell Band
Wow, pretty fucking sad. Story HERE.
I’m a fairly apathetic person, but what a disturbing story.
I deserve a beer for writing this.
