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Jay Limo. Funny car man.

He was leaning back in one of those old-timey desk chairs, the wood kind that squeaks loudly when it swivels. His appearance hasn’t changed much from that day, which was long enough ago that neither one of us would want to count it up. He’s back in town, for an appearance at The Joint, and is featured in a Tulsa World interview this morning. The article mentions Jokers Comedy club, the nightspot at which he was performing so many years back.

Jay Leno wasn’t so famous then. He was booked for a weekend performance at the Brookside club. I’m not sure I even knew who he was. He might have been filling in for Johnny Carson on the Tonight Show by then, but – like I say – it was that long ago.

I enjoyed doing the interviews. Back then, radio stations had to air a few programs every week that served the public interest – things like half-hour interviews with the mayor or streets commissioner. Potholes and infrastructure. We carried our share of those, but when Jokers Comedy Club starting sending me news releases about who was scheduled to perform, I began calling up and requesting interviews.

They were nothing like the one-on-ones with musicians that came ‘round the station. Those were about as formal as a radio interview could be, even if both the subject and interviewer were at ease. Studio, microphones, seated across a recording console. Reel to reel tape machine rolling (back in the pre-computer days…).

The stand-up sessions were almost always done at the club. Jokers had a little upstairs office – for the club manager, presumably. That’s where Jay Leno was sitting with his feet up on the desk.

It was early afternoon and I’m guessing for Mr Leno, it must have been the equivalent of 5am. Most of the performances were later in the evening, and many of the comics I talked with were up-all-night-sleep-through-til-noon kind of people. Leno mentions in his Tulsa World interview today that he doesn’t smoke or drink, that cars are his weakness. Maybe that was the case back then as well. He did seem a little put out, and I just figured it was a result of the lifestyle.

At one point, I asked him if Johnny Carson was critical of new comedians. My thinking was – from a competitive standpoint – any comic could be the next big thing. Bigger than Johnny, even (although he pretty well cemented his legacy). Jay Leno jumped on that. He told me that a Tonight Show invitation was the biggest break any up-and-comer could get, and that as a result, there was no competitive attitude. Everyone respected Johnny, he said.

Then and there I began trying to extricate my foot from my mouth. Didn’t mean to get him irritated. Was only hoping for some funny stories and an interesting half-hour.

It still was better than talking potholes with Jim Hewgley.

Check if you strongly agree. Strongly disagree. Other.

If you’re still reading this, I’d be shocked to learn it.

My dad wrote that three-quarters of the way into his college thesis. I’m paraphrasing, but it was something very similar that he told me he typed into the dissertation for his degree. Thinking back on it, I kind of like knowing he did something like that.

It’s funny that I remember him telling me about his academic-rebel ways, but I can’t recall whether the professor read the line, or acknowledged it in any way. I have my doubts.

Probably because I heard the thesis story, I’ve included similar lines in my own projects. Maybe a half-dozen times or so. Most of them were corporate surveys, a couple of which were from the company I worked for at the time.

I remember when I thought I had the market cornered on good ideas, but was never given an opportunity to share them. Bang! Survey from corporate. Here we go!

Halfway through one anonymous reply-required questionnaire from corporate, I included my full name and telephone number, along with the invitation to call any time of day or night. I’d be happy to share some thoughts, I wrote.

No one ever called.

Thinking back on it, I can understand why. Even if I had a single good idea, they’d have to deal with the smart aleck who would write such a thing in the middle of a survey, just to see if anyone was reading the responses.

Just finished one from the US Postal Service. Like they really want to know my opinion. I filled it out just the same, and in doing so noted they actually had as their last question:

Can we contact you about this survey?

There was another couple of tiny little checkboxes after the question for the answer.

[] Yes

[] No

I really wanted to check a box that wasn’t on the form:

[] I dare you to call me and ask my opinion.

They’re asking for it, in every sense of the phrase. And if you’re still reading this, I’d be shocked to learn it.

The big time. Right here.

Today, through the magic of the internet, we go behind the scenes of the making of a television commercial. Pretty literally, in fact. From here, I can see the back of the guitar player and the man on the stand-up base, picking and grinning from the beds of two pickup trucks.

Pineapple Advertising, a neighbor of McHuston Booksellers with offices above the Main Street Tavern, is behind the production, which has blocked off the street from Commercial to the next intersection.

We’ve got folks out in the street with power washers, shining up the vehicles for the ad, extras are milling around waiting for their cue to queue – so to speak. I overheard someone talking to the supervising police officer.

“I’m running the show here,” said the fellow running the show.

“I’m running you in,” replied the officer. “You need a permit for this stuff.” (Just kidding, that last part.)

Compared to some of the events (like several recent parades) that result in the barricading of Main, this one has had some advance notice. I’ve gotten a couple of email reminders and a pop-in visit from the folks at Economic Development (that’s probably not the correct name for their office, but it seems like that’s what they do). I still forgot until I saw the Road Closed sign go up in front of the Tavern.

It isn’t necessarily good for business here, as parking becomes a premium when the spaces are blocked down the street, but I like the fact that an ad-man wants to use the Rose District as a back drop for a car ad. Even if none of the businesses are visible, it’s nice that Broken Arrow offers the sort of cooperation that will allow the closing of a major street for a film production.

A couple of cars had to divert around the block, but it seems a minor inconvenience to allow the crew to work.

The weather cooperated, sunshine-wise. It’s a little breezy, but no one seems to be complaining.

Yes, I went out and rubbernecked. Sat on the bench in front of the store sipping a sarsaparilla and giving the entire operation the once-over. I call it supervising. Others see it as goofing-off.

Life is good in the fast lane of the book business.

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