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My Conan "Legally Prohibited from Appearing on Television Tour" show was tonight.
The show was exactly like watching an episode of Late Night. Andy was there, the band was there (minus Max and renamed the Legally Prohibited Band), Triumph showed up and so did the masterbating bear (now rechristened the Self-pleasuring Panda, since NBC may or may not own the intellectual property rights). Hell, even the Walker, Texas Ranger lever showed up (as the Chuck Norris, World Cop Handle, of course.)
There was the odd, carefully offhand imitation of Jay Leno - or Conan's neighbour "Joe," as he kept insisting on calling him, and boy, did Conan still sound bitter. I have no idea how much of that was for show - the crowd ate it up and it was clear who this audiece wil be watching come November (if a Canadian station picks it up - we don't get TBS) - but I wouldn't want to be in a room with those two any time soon.
Conan was (unexpectedly? I've always though him hilarious, awesome and completely crush worthy but maybe never sexy) hot with his beard (which I think was a little better trimmed than in Eugene the night before) and hair and well cut suit and shirt. The opening monologue was scripted, but off the cuff enough that it really felt fresh. He was looser and freer than he ever was on The Tonight Show - he felt like the Conan I remember watching in High School.
And I guess that's why I felt a little emotional at the end - Conan's been on TV since I was 11. It was a big treat on Friday or on March Break or Summer to keep quiet and watch Late Night in my room when every one else was asleep. Since I've had my Tivo I watched nearly every show. There's a familiarity there that I didn't expect - I know what Conan thinks is funny, and what will make him laugh, and even how he will make me laugh. It sort of made me unexpectedly understand how some people feel about Johnny Carson, or even Jay Leno. It was kind of like seeing an old friend again and picking up exactly where we had left off, like nothing had ever changed.
Granted, it was catching up with him and a few thousand of our closest friends. But that was part of the experience and the magic too, the common language and understanding because most everyone in that room recognized the old favorites the moment they were even partially alluded to - hell, people were shouting out "Triumph!" with no clues, and when they showed the Walker clip with Hayley Joel Osment saying "Walker says I have AIDS" the room was on their feet pretty much as soon as the clip started.
I'm so glad I went, and I can't wait for November when I get Conan back for good, and not just one night. And that sounds creepy, but I hope I've explained what I mean.
It should be mentioned that the show was at the Orpheum Theatre, which in the BSG-verse is the Opera House (and which I think the opening act made reference to, but all I caught was "I got some Battlestar Galactica fans in here!" and the rest was garbled.) Anyways, you'll be proud to know I (wo-)manfully resisted my urges to run through the halls and up and down staircases screaming "Heraaaaaaaaaaaa!" Twas tough, but I did it. Or didn't do it. You know what I mean.
The show was exactly like watching an episode of Late Night. Andy was there, the band was there (minus Max and renamed the Legally Prohibited Band), Triumph showed up and so did the masterbating bear (now rechristened the Self-pleasuring Panda, since NBC may or may not own the intellectual property rights). Hell, even the Walker, Texas Ranger lever showed up (as the Chuck Norris, World Cop Handle, of course.)
There was the odd, carefully offhand imitation of Jay Leno - or Conan's neighbour "Joe," as he kept insisting on calling him, and boy, did Conan still sound bitter. I have no idea how much of that was for show - the crowd ate it up and it was clear who this audiece wil be watching come November (if a Canadian station picks it up - we don't get TBS) - but I wouldn't want to be in a room with those two any time soon.
Conan was (unexpectedly? I've always though him hilarious, awesome and completely crush worthy but maybe never sexy) hot with his beard (which I think was a little better trimmed than in Eugene the night before) and hair and well cut suit and shirt. The opening monologue was scripted, but off the cuff enough that it really felt fresh. He was looser and freer than he ever was on The Tonight Show - he felt like the Conan I remember watching in High School.
And I guess that's why I felt a little emotional at the end - Conan's been on TV since I was 11. It was a big treat on Friday or on March Break or Summer to keep quiet and watch Late Night in my room when every one else was asleep. Since I've had my Tivo I watched nearly every show. There's a familiarity there that I didn't expect - I know what Conan thinks is funny, and what will make him laugh, and even how he will make me laugh. It sort of made me unexpectedly understand how some people feel about Johnny Carson, or even Jay Leno. It was kind of like seeing an old friend again and picking up exactly where we had left off, like nothing had ever changed.
Granted, it was catching up with him and a few thousand of our closest friends. But that was part of the experience and the magic too, the common language and understanding because most everyone in that room recognized the old favorites the moment they were even partially alluded to - hell, people were shouting out "Triumph!" with no clues, and when they showed the Walker clip with Hayley Joel Osment saying "Walker says I have AIDS" the room was on their feet pretty much as soon as the clip started.
I'm so glad I went, and I can't wait for November when I get Conan back for good, and not just one night. And that sounds creepy, but I hope I've explained what I mean.
It should be mentioned that the show was at the Orpheum Theatre, which in the BSG-verse is the Opera House (and which I think the opening act made reference to, but all I caught was "I got some Battlestar Galactica fans in here!" and the rest was garbled.) Anyways, you'll be proud to know I (wo-)manfully resisted my urges to run through the halls and up and down staircases screaming "Heraaaaaaaaaaaa!" Twas tough, but I did it. Or didn't do it. You know what I mean.
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