OK, so this week I was inspired after watching the truly wretched DaVinci Code to flog myself in the manner of Silas the Monk and I turned on the Carson Daly show, Last Call. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. I have been so busy working on
The Karma Company and the Lucifer story recently that I have had no time to watch much TV (I still try to catch Dog The Bounty Hunter while over at my girlfriends).
I seem to remember the refreshingly relaxed mood of Carson's show, the sofa, the music, he seemed to be still in touch with his MTV roots and still cared less for the mainstream formats of other late nite shows, no more. If I had to guess, NBC ras running a special on fired Conan O'Brien writers and Carson picked up a few for a song. The jokes were as tired as those Aflac commercials and he looked as embarrased as I felt for watching him. Never did I wish I had kept my cable more than after the first commercial break.
More offensive still, he had a bit called "Garbage". It lasted six minutes. Carson, you could have just run a copy of the script across the screen, we would have understood.
Worse still, I had just finished watching a stunning perfomance by
U2 on Conan (seems a bit below them, doesn't it?) that ran so long they had to run the credits over "Stuck In A Moment". These guys were never my fav, but damn if they still got it. I admire
Bono and the Edge for his heroic battle against male pattern baldness, but more so, they still pump out wonderful tunes that ring of instant classic. I miss the
80's and dread tonite when Last Call will torture a nation of angry loners and the unemployable at 3:00 am. Until next 3am, we can only hope last call is Carson's swan song.
Karma Out.