Is there anything worse than getting a hit in the paper to promote your upcoming gig… and then having that gig cancelled? We think not.

But that is precisely what has happened!

The Male Half and The Female Half were scheduled to co-headline a spectacular Farewell Weekend at the Rascals Comedy Club at the Crowne Plaza in Cherry Hill– not six minutes from our home and not 1,500 feet from the border of The Male Half’s boyhood home of Pennsauken, NJ– when the powers that be pulled the plug on the club.

In the July issue of All Around Pennsauken (which is distributed to the the 35,000 residents of Pennsauken and to the 5,000 residents of Merchantville borough), there was a lovely clip– complete with color photo!– about the upcoming event! Back in June, when we found out about the cancellation, we notified the editors as soon as we could, but apparently, we booted the deadline.

Sad! Ink spilt for nothing! Perhaps good will with the local media destroyed forever and always! It makes the already disheartening closure of a decent local club all that much more depressing!

The Beaver County Times (whose names makes us giggle every time) ran a rather large piece on the 25th anniversary of the Pittsburg Funny Bone. Lots of name dropping, some details and an overview of the Pittsburgh market over the past two-and-a-half decades. And, of course, a heaping helping of Jeff Schneider:

The Pittsburgh Funny Bone debuted on July 12, 1982, in a building on Route 51 in Whitehall Township. The headliner that night was Darrow Igus, of the TV show Fridays, ABC’s short-lived response to Saturday Night Live. “We had a bomb threat that night,” says Schneider, who always suspected someone from a competing comedy club was the culprit.

Read the rest here.

We’ll be appearing there December 6-8.

Speaking of gigs, we’re off this weekend and, of course, seeking work! (We were scheduled to appear at the Rascals Comedy Club in Cherry Hill, but, as readers of this magazine know, that club is gone!)

Dan Whitney, aka Larry the Cable Guy, has given permission to a winery and brewery in his hometown to brew a beer using his signature catchphrase.

AP puts it like this:

This marketing strategy does little to fight stereotypes: A local microbrewery has launched a beer for one of America’s most recognizable rednecks, Larry the Cable Guy.

Git-R-Done beer, named for the comedian’s famous catch phrase, was launched Saturday by SchillingBridge Winery & MicroBrewery, from the small town where the 44-year-old comedian grew up.

As you know, microwbreweries are all about fighting stereotypes. Why Schillingbridge would completely blow this opportunity to fight a stereotype is beyond us! (Honestly, we’re not even sure which stereotype their jabbering about. We suppose it’s an editor’s idea of a good lede and a chance to take a backhanded swipe at beer drinkers, hicks and, of course, Whitney.)

AP should adjust their meds.

If you want to know who’ll be duking it out in the Burger King/Comedy Central Open Mic Fight, go here, or you can just read the names below.

Amy Crossfield
Baron Vaughn
Dan Curry
Jiwon Lee
Lara Yaz
Mike Vecchione
Nate Bargatze
Rob O’Reilly
Baratunde Thurston
Cesar Cervantes
Erin Judge
Maggie MacDonald
Myq Kaplan
Patrick Boccuzzi
Shane Mauss
Na’im Lynn
Rob Maher
Shawn Banks
Yamil Piedra
Carin MacWithey
Forrest Shaw
Dan Mahoney
Tony Gaud
B Cov
Chris White
Derek Richards
George Pate
Larry Weaver
Marion Kendrick
Theo Von
Tony Deyo
Andrea Henry
Brandon Gulya
Chuck Bartell
Eric Nigg
James Goff
Mary Mack
Matthew Sullivan
Tim Harmston
Tom Steffen
Demetrius Nicodemus
Hannibal Buress
Kumail Nanjiani
Michael Palascak
Reggie Reg
Ryan Singer
Sean Flannery
Sherif Hedayat
Jeremy Neal
Albert Im
Ruby Collins
Bob Biggerstaff
Joshua Weatherspoon
Nathan Anderson
Natalie Cox
Raj Sharma
Alex Koll
Brian Mallow
Brian Moote
D.J. Mervin
Kevin O’Shea
Mo Mandel
Patrick Bulger
Randy Liedtke
Andy Ritchie
Dawan Owens
Josh McDermitt
Mark Serritella
Masha Tivyan
Paul C. Morrissey
Pete Carboni
Raj Desai

It’s a multiplatform donnybrook that provides oodles of content for two conglomerates with a combined $25 billion in revenue! Or, it’s a great way to “get your video out there.”

Esquire, dusty precursor to FHM, Maxim, Stuff and other lad mags, has belched up a ridiculous article (this one penned by Jeff Miller) that purports to simultaneously bury Dane Cook while giving a gentle, detached and ironic push to “the six comedians who could be comedy’s next big things.”

(Notice the qualifier– “could be!” Declaring them to actually be the next big thing is so… ’90s! Speaking with certainty is so totally in violation of the Alterna-ethic!)

It is said that the anointed six are just as grass-rootsy as the much-reviled Cook and that they are launching their careers by “using the Internet and bubbling up from the underground.” This has as much truth to it as the idea that reading Esquire might get one laid. By a woman.

The lucky six are:

David Cross
Patton Oswalt
Demetri Martin
Flight of the Conchords
Ben Gleib
Aziz Ansari

We’re sorry, did they say “bubbling up from the underground?” Sure! If you count the underground as being on one network or cable show or another for the past 12 years or so (Cross), signing a deal to be the front man in arguably the largest product launch ever (Microsoft Vista/Martin), starring in your own HBO series (F.O.T.C.) or voicing the main character in the most heavily-promoted Disney/Pixar release in the partnership’s history (“Ratatouille”/Oswalt).

These four (and probably the other two) have the muscle and might of whopping corporations (HBO/Time Warner, Microsoft, ABC, Fox, Viacom, etc.). To tell Esquire readers that they are somehow bootstrapping themselves out of obscurity with the help of MySpace and a plucky cadre of loyal fans is insulting to their intelligence. Then again, can we believe anything to be authentically “alternative” if we read about it in a unit of Hearst Communications, a company that raked in nearly $2 billion in 2003?

That they felt the need to savage Dane Cook at the outset of the article further demonstrates the utter unoriginality of the author and/or his low opinion of those readers.

Not to mention that he runs the risk of turning his readers off of standup comedy by his negativity. What sense does it make to trash a standup comic– any standup comic– in the introduction to an article about standup? It is akin to starting out a review of a steakhouse by trashing McDonald’s so stridently and in such detail that the reviewer runs the risk of converting his readers into vegetarians.

Laughably, the article is under the heading of “Opinion.” (Which, we suppose, is short for “Opinion borne of reading press release after press release in a tiny cubicle W. 57th St.?”)

Get an idea of how Susie Essman‘s life has changed by reading the interview from last Thursday’s U.K. Guardian.

Her foul-mouthed Susie Greene is a favorite character for many Curb Your Enthusiasm fans.

Pre-Curb, Essman forged a respectable comedy career (she used to keep a tally of her gigs, which exceeded 3,500) alongside minor roles in movies such as Crocodile Dundee II. But Curb Your Enthusiasm has shifted the goalposts. “For years,” she says, “you’d get onstage, but the audience was not your audience. It’s not people who are there to see you. Now I draw my own audience – it is just a delight. I don’t have to win these people over. They get me. So I can totally let rip.”

Essman’s fictional husband is played by standup comic Jeff Garlin.

We were never so tempted to hold a caption contest.

This is the cover of last week’s Cape May County Herald’s “On Deck” giveaway tabloid section, covering events in Cape May and Ocean County (NJ).

We’re sure the photographer and the editors thought it was cute.

We saw it… differently.

Apparently, “celebrating Italian style” means barfing masticated clams all over a perfectly good gourmet pizza.

So much for clean air.

On live TV, Chris Rock, after a less than great response to a lame Paris Hilton reference (it couldn’t really have been called a joke), said, “I’m just joking, motherfucker. Shit!” He was out there to kill time before introducing the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

What follows on the YouTube clip is an insincere apology by the broadcast’s host and giggling by his couchmates.

Rock stumbles at the beginning of the clip, nearly falling. He seems uncomfortable even though he gets a rather rousing reception when he’s introduced. Perhaps the huge crowd threw him off. (Wembley holds 90,000 people, and maybe more for an event such as the Live Earth concert.)

D.K. Holm, writing for MSN.com’s TV section, did something that’s rarer than it should be– in the course of writing about the Mencia/Rogan feud, he opened up the article with a wildly positive characterization of standup comics:

For the most part, stand-up comedians are a happy breed. Because they laugh a lot, they tend to live longer than the rest of us (outside of the odd car crash or drug overdose). And comedy turns out to be a gateway to other opportunities, such as sitcoms, movie roles and books. Professional comedy allows its practitioners to become almost anything they want, including sex symbols, political pundits or both. Because comedy is harder than it seems, most experienced comedians form forgiving alliances with one another, like battle-scarred D-Day veterans who speak a language outsiders can’t understand.

According to Holm’s Wikipedia entry, he’s a film critic from Oregon. Thanks to Matt Fugate for spotting this bit of sunshine.

Read the rest of the piece, if you require yet another take on “the feud.”

She was supposed to look like a mermaid. We think she looks more like a manatee. We have dubbed her a “mer-manatee.” Her expression is one of over-the-top glee. We think it more resembles… mild to moderate discomfort. (She’s the youngest kid of our hosts at the Jersey Shore this past week. She is engaging in the rather ghoulish but time-honored tradition of being buried in the sand. We all engaged in a week’s worth of time-honored Jersey Shore traditions the past seven days– Kite flying, ice cream on the boardwalk, drinking illegally on the beach.)

We’ve been away from the computer. Tonight, we’re in Swiftwater, PA, gigging at the Pocono Brewing Company. We’re taking Sunday off.

Expect the usual heavy blogging that Monday brings. Wednesday is L.C.S. day. One week from Wednesday, we’ll be on our way to Montreal.

Rascals in Cherry Hill, NJ, has two more shows tonight, then it shuts its doors for good. The folks at the Crowne Plaza are turning the space into a spa, making standup comedy exceedingly difficult, if not impossible.

From left: Paul Bond, Rascals manager Jason Pollock

Rascals, the company, is dead. Deader than dead. No one will open a club called Rascals in this century. Creepy bookers and other unsavory types are circling like sharks. Will there be another, similar club to serve the comedy needs of South Jersey/Philly metro standup fans? (Well, we certainly hope so. We grew quite fond of the idea of having a club six minutes from our house. We are now without a “home club.”) It is our fervent hope that a decent room opens up and soon. This side of the Delaware River is packed with too many standup fans with oodles of disposable income for it not to have a top-notch comedy showcase that presents a varied slate of national touring headliners and solid regional pros and local up-and-comers.

From left: Vinnie Nardiello, Pat Breslin and Rio (unpictured) rounded out this weekend’s bill

Such a room, hooked up with a radio station with a sweet (and appropriate) demographic, with a reasonable budget for advertising, would obliterate what little competition there is over here and would erase the effects of a decade or more of lame-o “B rooms” (and “C rooms”… and “D rooms!) that have operated in these parts since the bust of the early 90s.

Photo credit: Dan Rosenberg

FOS Dan Rosenberg was also present at the bash in Brentwood. Take in his account, then scroll down and drink in the blow-by-blow of FOS Steve Ochs, also in attendance! If you consider yourself a standup comedy fans (and an SHECKYmagazine fan), you’ll read both!

Before the event, there was a red carpet… Okay, it was more of an area rug, but red nonetheless. The performing comics weren’t the only stars in the house. Hugh Hefner, and all of his blonde girlfriends took up the whole first row. Also spotted were Rob Reiner, Budd Friedman, Fred Willard, Mark Schiff, Wayne Federman, Kent Emmons and Max Alexander to name a few.

With close to a thousand years of comedy experience in the building, the evening started out with a no-show– Larry King was still recuperating from the Paris Hilton interview and couldn’t make the show. Jack Riley (Mr. Carlin from The Bob Newhart Show) was a great replacement. He said he was only doing the show so that he could have a credit in this decade.

The first act out was Jonathan Winters and it was the beginning of several standing ovations that night. Next was a video tribute by Woody Allen that was, well, very Woody. Shelley Berman came out, and did a classic phone call routine of his, after asking why he was there. “If I am so important, why am I not too busy to be here?”

Next came Albert Brooks wearing all black because he misunderstood the PR guy and thought that Mort Sahl had died. He read the eulogy he had prepared and it was hysterical. Drew Carey came out with his classic suit and black framed glasses and killed. Geroge Carlin made a “surprise” appearance (he was on the list given to the press) and he gave Sahl credit for making his career what it was. When Mort guest hosted The Tonight Show before Johnny was hired, he put on a young Carlin that had only been a solo act for about three months. He had only recently parted with partner Jack Burns)

Norm Crosby followed with some great material. Jay Leno who said he was nervous performing for one of his idols. Richard Lewis was dressed like “Captain Kirk’s Cantor” and was at the top of his game. Bill Maher said that he aspired to be Mort Sahl. He said that if you take the jokes out of Mort’s act you would still have a great speech that made good points, but that Mort always had the jokes.

Harry Shearer came out and was a special guest emcee to introduce Kevin Nealon, who was great. Don Rickles appeared, via video, and it looked like he was sitting in a park in Santa Monica. He quipped that the producers would pay bus fare and that is why he couldn’t make it. Paula Poundstone was the final guest comedian and she worked the crowd and ended up talking to the man that started the Mort Sahl fan club in 1956.

Then, the man of the hour (actually the 2-1/2 hours) came out to the final standing ovation of the evening. Mr. Sahl, in his trademark red V-neck sweater was fantastic. He spoke of helping Woody Allen and Dick Cavett sneak into the Copa when he was performing there. Someone in the back of the near sellout crowd called out “You talk about JFK, what about 9/11 and that conspiracy, talk about that, Mort!” Who knew Michael Moore was in the house?

Hanging outside after the show, Improv founder Budd Friedman noted that the line-up, other than Jonathan Winters, was in alphabetical order, and that it worked out “just fine that way.”

Overall it was a once-in-a-lifetime show that only those in attendance got to witness. It was not video- or audiotaped and it was a great experience for a comedian or any fan of comedy. The Heartland Foundation plans future shows with equally stellar lineups.

From left: Rob Reiner, Dan Rosenberg (Photo credit: Dan Rosenberg)

Check out this TVSquad item from June 22, about how Jerry Seinfeld, during promotion for his upcoming “Bee Movie,” said the following:

Bees have the only perfect society on earth … They have no crime, they have no drugs, they have no rape. A little rape, but it’s not that bad.

Offensive and shocking is how the professionally and perpetually offended and shocked described it. Click on Radar Online for the sputtering, the indignance and the harumphing.

I don’t find anything funny about rape. I was only referring to the insect world. I’m sorry if anyone got upset.

“Rape is not a joke,” says an earnest one. “It’s the most violent crime a person can live through. It is an incredibly traumatic experience that should be seriously treated and never made light of.”

Never? Even if, like Seinfeld’s joke, it isn’t really about rape?

Click on The Male Half’s YouTube video and wait for the joke that starts at the 2:00 mark. For the record, he isn’t apologizing.

Tip of the hat to Randy Masters for the heads up!

As promised, a rundown of the activities at last night’s Mort Sahl 80th birthday bash at the Wadsworth Theater in Brentwood, from FOS Steve Ochs.

Last night at the Wadsworth Theater in Brentwood California, there was an all-star tribute to Mort Sahl for the Benefit for the Heartland Comedy Foundation. My graphic artist at HERO and I designed the promotional materials, so I was gifted with a few tickets. It was a pretty amazing night!

The host for the evening was Jack Riley, whom many of you will remember as Elliot Carlin from the Bob Newhart Show. I also had the pleasure of putting words in his mouth while writing for Rugrats on which he voiced Stu Pickles. Not a young man, and a little shaky-legged, he brought a great sardonic presence to the evening.

His first task was interviewing Jonathan Winters, who came out in the character of an old major league relief pitcher with a penchant for physically harming other players. If this were Japan, Winters would be declared a National Treasure.

The other old timers of the night were Shelley Berman and Norm Crosby (Woody Allen and Don Rickles both made more maudlin than funny appearances on video). Berman took some odd directions with his set, but he’s Shelley Berman for Christ’s sake! Yes, he did a phone bit. Crosby is clearly keeping himself sharp on the condo circuit. He brought the old-school, Catskill shtick and delivered like the veteran he is. When was the last time you saw a comic deliver a joke with a perfect Yiddish accent? A total treat.

My wife never quite understood why we comedy types all love Albert Brooks so much. She gets it now! He came out complaining about the event publicist’s poor communication skills. Apparently, he was led to believe he was attending a memorial. Prepared for only that, he went on to eulogize the still very much alive and present Sahl. My God, he’s funny!

George Carlin was the evening’s surprise guest. His appearance amounted to the expert recitation of a lengthy, well, kind of “rap” about himself and his connection to various things. I’m guessing he’s done this a time or two, so his fans probably know what I’m talking about. He then showed a clip of himself doing a Mort Sahl impression on a 1962 appearance he made on the Tonight show when Sahl was acting as temporary host.

Kevin Nealon, introduced by a spectacularly mutton-chopped Harry Shearer, provided a steady set about his too-normal existence. Paula Poundstone did a silky smooth job as the only comic of the night to work a guy in the audience. The perfect capper landed in her lap when he turned out to be the founder of the first Mort Sahl fan club formed in 1956! Bill Maher came prepared with fresh jokes about the news of the day. My favorite bit of his addressed how slutty many women dress these days, “I feel sorry for the whores! How do you know they’re selling the ass?!”

Drew Carey and Jay Leno each came out dressed in suits and delivered tight, short sets of audience tested material. If you loved Leno back when but don’t really adore what he does on the Tonight show, you probably forgot how perfect a standup he is. I know I did.

The evening was closed out, appropriately, by a set from Mort himself. Older (as in 80), but as spry as any of us could hope to be at that age, he delivered some heartfelt thanks and perfectly Sahl-esque observations. When a heckler in the balcony had the balls to confront him, Sahl blew it off. When the douchebag yelled again, it was Budd Freidman who turned around from the fifth row to yell, “Shut Up!” How can you not love that?

But, though I don’t recall precisely where he fell in the line-up, it was Richard Lewis that took the room by storm, delivering a set a set that could have been constructed specifically to take the fuck-saying record back from Louis CK! Holy shit, was he funny! For those of you who don’t remember how eighties comedy was done by guys like Lewis, Rich Jeni, Paul Provenza, etc. this was more than just nostalgic; it was a persuasive argument to return to those days. Capper after capper, non sequitur stacked on non sequitur; I literally missed tags that were drowned out by my own laughter. To be honest, I didn’t show up with him on my “can’t wait” list, but he really delivered. If he comes to your town and you don’t mind hearing about his ever-growing balls (ball?), Shaq’s unbelievable dick and how his bad back forces him to fuck in limited positions, GO SEE HIM!!!

Okay, that was just on stage. In the audience you could find a couple of different categories of comedy pros. I expect to lose some younger readers here. The late seventies and early eighties were sort of a stand up renaissance in the NY, NJ and PA area. Many of the guys who were doing the precious few weekend rooms and hell gig one-nighters in those days have gone on to appear on TV, film or as writers, or both. A rare group of them turned out for Mort. But cross-generationally, comedy and comedy adjacent were both well represented.

I spotted Mark Schiff, Wayne Federman, Max Alexander, Steve Mittleman, Jonathon Solomon, Hiram Kasten, Don McEnery, Mike Rowe, Steve O. (not him, me), Carrie Snow, Rick Overton, Kira Soltanovich, Rick Segal, Greg Lewis, Dick Van Patten, Gary Owens, Rob Reiner, George Schlatter, Fred Willard, Tommy Chong, Hef (and some beautiful young woman, I assume a niece or something), Kent Emmons, Ed Krasnick, Pat Buckles, Ross Shafer, Howard Storm and Marc Price.

I’m sure I missed dozens of people. Apologies to them, but really, who cares if they’re not mentioned here; they caught the show of a lifetime.

We’ll have more, maybe! We wish we coulda been there!

View the 21-second YouTube video in which comic Ricardo Aleman

Witnesses say that Ricardo Aleman got decent laughs during his set at the New York leg of the reality talent competition America’s Got Talent, but, as is the right of the producers, they edited the appearance to make it seem as though it was less than rollicking!

View the 21-second YouTube video in which Aleman remains calm and delivers crushing blows to two of the three judges during his appearance on AGT, turning what could have been a short march to obscurity into a brief but effective network television smackdown! Notice The Hoff’s reaction to his fellow judge getting pounded!

Also worth checking out is Aleman’s weight loss videos (long and short versions) here.

Bill Muller of the Arizona Republic spoke to Janeane Garofalo who voices Colette in “Ratatouille.” It’s not the first time she’s done voiceover work for an animated feature.

She says she can only judge her performance on the basis that she wasn’t fired, as she was from Shrek. She did voice work over five months for Princess Fiona, a role that eventually went to Cameron Diaz.

“Luckily, Shrek didn’t do any business and nobody’s ever heard of it, so… ” she said with a laugh. “No one ever told me why. And it hurt my feelings so much.

“I never spoke to anyone again from the studio. There was a message left with my manager from somebody’s assistant that (said), ‘She’s fired.’ I don’t know why. I can only assume it was because I was not good. I accept that. But I don’t know, nobody ever . . . told me.

“I felt like a failure. It reminds me that I fail sometimes, so I never have been able to watch Shrek.”

Hooray for Hollywood! Where else can one be fired, via voicemail, with no explanation? (We suspect that the fat paycheck she received in return for her five months of V.O. was little consolation, especially after seeing Diaz on the red carpet. But, if initial reports on the cooking rat movie are any indication, Garofalo and Oswalt will be co-presenters at the next Oscars.)

Chortle, “The UK Comedy Guide,” has a story (original, we think) on comic Liam Mullone who is rebelling against “extremists and safety fascists who are sucking the soul out of Britain.”

The Times of London obit writer who once dug graves for a living plans to offer rides around town in his customized hearse– where smokers can light up if they want to.

He calls smokers “the new Jews” and he adds, “I don’t actually smoke myself. But now that doing so is such an act of rebellion I think I’ll start on July 1.”

A brief obituary of 25 year-old Carlos DoSouto of New Bedford, MA, contains this in paragraph five: “He was a standup comic in Boston and Providence.”

It’s been a rough few months for that area’s comedy scene, having lost another aspiring comic, Paul Rudeen, last October.

From The Smoking Gun.

We can hear the thunder, faintly at first, as the front approaches from the west. And WCAU, the NBC affiliate in Philadelphia, is running the weather alerts every so often, preceded by the beeps.

We sit down to watch Last Comic Standing at 9 PM EDT and, every few minutes or so, that weather thingie, the band that crawls across the screen, comes on and blocks out the names of some of the comedians! So, if we get a couple names wrong, or if we can’t give the name, that’s why! It happened in Minneapolis, but we knew the comics. When it happened in London, though, we were stumped once or twice.

Onto the update!

Joke One: Where does the general keep his armies?
Punchline Number One: In his sleevies!

Too easy.

We were going to make another crude joke about Ant. But he’s obviously stressed out, so we’re not going to pile on. He was weeping in his video blog the other day. Something about a breakup. Today or yesterday, in his most recent vidblog, he’s shirtless. SOMEONE TAKE AWAY ANT’S VIDEO BLOGGING PRIVELEGES! How much tsuris can the Ant Colony be expected to bear?!?!?

We’re going to do some video blogging where The Female Half goes topless and the Male Half cries. Or will we do it the other way around?

Tonight it was London, then Minneapolis. It’s the last installment for two whole weeks. And don’t forget (of course, we’ll remind you) that the next episode starts at 10 PM, July 11, so that NBC can kickstart that atrocious Singing Bee at 9 PM. (How many times can one laugh at someone singing, “‘Scuse me, while I kiss this guy?” Is that so Morning Zoo, or what? We predict one and done for Singing Bee.)

Speaking of singing, this viewing of LCS was made bearable (and future episodes will be made bearable) simply by singing (to the tune of “The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill” It’s from The White Album. Google it.):

Hey, Bellamy Bill
Where did you kill?
Bellamy Bill!

Hey, Bellamy Bill
Where did you kill?
Bellamy Bill!

Every time Bill Bellamy appears on the screen. Kinda like a drinking game without any alcohol.

And speaking of Bellamy Bill, where was he when the crew descended upon Minneapolis? Nowhere to be found, that’s where! Cherry picking his cities, he is! Disgraceful!

What did the producers of the show have against Buddy? The one-named eccentric comic who addressed Ant as “Francis?” We weren’t big Buddy fans, but did you see the package they lashed together to show Buddy bombing horribly during the evening’s show?

Sure, we know that other comics have bombed on those nighttime showcases. We’ve heard it from our various sources. But the producers never show it. Or if they do, it’s inferred, rather than shown. But this was explicit! This was worthy of Scorcese. Quick cuts showing audience reaction, tight shots of chagrined faces and at least three well-framed shots of Buddy himself as he spun ineffective joke after ineffective joke. Why did they take such pains to convey that nuclear bomb that was Buddy’s set? Puzzling to say the least. Could it have been because Ant was against Buddy, but the other judges overruled him? How much input/power does the Antmeister have over the producers?

Buddy wasn’t particularly arrogant. Sure he was totally full of crap when he said he wasn’t taking the audition seriously, but why did they take it out on Buddy?

Moving onto Los Angeles from London are:

Matt Kirshen (but you already knew that!)
Ava Vidal
Spencer Brown

That Spencer Brown was channeling Steve Martin. Is “Let’s Get Small” just hitting the shelves in the U.K.? Or hitting it again? (Hey, it wouldn’t surprise us. When we were in Sydney, in 1992, the country was all atwitter about The Village People and Abba. And the halftime show at the huge rugby championship was Grease-themed– for some reason, the Aussies were weak in the knees for Grease and all things Grease-related some years after that play/movie had faded from our consciousness.)

Also getting major mugtime from London on:

Josh Howie
Bennie Root (?)
Rick Kiesewetter
Tiffany Something (?)

The names with the question marks were the ones whose names were obcured by the weather ticker. Please, if you know their names, leave them on the comments!

FYI: Kiesewetter is a Japanese-American. We just thought we’d point that out. His website, which is under construction, offers no more info than that. Go instead to his MySpace site.

Onto Minneapolis.

One can garner tons of facetime without advancing to the next round. Bob Zany and John Evans are two examples. They were used heavily in the promos for the week leading up to this week’s show, yet, as we learned tonight, they didn’t advance. (Evans was the one who did the immigration joke, in case you don’t know. And Zany, well, if you don’t know Bob Zany, there’s little we can do for you. All right– he’s the one who did the airport security/prostate joke.)

During his daytime audition, when faced with just the three judges, Zany opened with, “Last time I played here, I had the same turnout!” Will Acme proprietor Louis Lee see that as a classic self-deprecating Zany gag? Or will he issue a hit on the comedian for dissing his room? We’ll keep you posted.

Making it through to Los Angeles from Minneapolis:

Tracey Ashley
Tommy Johnagin (Audience Favorite)
Doug Benson

Benson, who failed to make it through when auditioning in Los Angeles, travelled to MPLS to give it another shot. From what we could piece together (At 9:35 PM, our cable went OUT! For about 90 seconds!), he was passed on in L.A., mainly because he failed to impress Ant. Benson, delightfully major smart-ass that he is, goes right at the Ant in his daytime audition. And he deadpans, afterward in the bar, while clutching the red ticket that “All that matters to me is Ant’s approval.” For those of you watching at home, possibly unfamiliar with Benson, we will tell you that the sarcasm light is flashing when Benson makes statements such as these.

Getting major facetime in Minneapolis:

Lil Rel
Auggie Smith
Dan Cumming

We hear that there’ll be 32 semi-finalists in Los Angeles. In two weeks, they’ll show the Tempe audition, but they can’t stretch that into an hour. So, they’ll probably show the Tempe audition, then set the stage for the following week with lots of fisheye shots of palm trees and gals in bikinis and that rollerskating guy in Venice Beach. (‘Cause it’s right here in the Hack Manual under “stock shots to set the scene for things that take place in Los Angeles!”) So far, we’ve seen 28 auditioners get the red ticket. That means that either they will award four more crimson tix in Arizona… OR…

Or what?

Who knows. We heard that at least two people who got the red tickets gave them up after the producers made demands that the ticket-holders wouldn’t/couldn’t meet. We wonder if those same producer did the right thing and subsequently awarded those surrendered spots to other “alternates?” Imagine if you’re the person who was “next in line” when a red ticket didn’t get used!

Last week’s episode finished second to the second half of So You Think You Can Dance, according to one website. It finished in fourth place according to another. How hard is it to report the Nielsens?

Hey, Bellamy Bill
Where did you kill?
Bellamy Bill!

Hey, Bellamy Bill
Where did you kill?
Bellamy Bill!

Sing it with us!

Blogrolling: If you’d like to bathe in LCS coverage/analysis, click on the blog of FOS Raven Snook, who is blogging for the folks at TVGuide.com. And if that’s not enough, you can also check out the tag team blogging of comedians Paul Goebel and Jay Black as they labor under the TVSquad/AOL banner here.

NOTE: We received word that the two names we couldn’t see because of the weather crawl were Benny Boot and Tiffany Stevenson. Thanks to U.K. reader, Matt Kirshen, for sending us the info!

Apparently, comedy is hard. And dying, it turns out in this case, is pretty easy– especially with the able assistance of the Oklahoma Corrections Department! From the CNN.com article:

Condemned prisoner Patrick Knight was executed Tuesday evening for the deaths of an Amarillo-area couple without delivering on a promise to tell a joke in his final statement.

Knight had been soliciting jokes in the mail and on a Web site, sometimes receiving as many as 20 a day.[…]

After expressing love to some friends, he said, “I said I was going to tell a joke. Death has set me free. That’s the biggest joke. I deserve this.”

With an act like that, he’s gotta close.

Randall County Sherrif Joel Richardon said it best:”Despite all the hype about his joke, it turns out he’s not much of a comedian,” he said. “He’s simply an executed cold-blooded killer.”

AP is running a story by John Rogers on the occasion of Mort Sahl‘s 80th birthday. In it Sahl is reminded that he was once “comedy’s angry young man.” Sahl denies it, offering that he might have been disappointed or heartbroken, and that, “‘Since I talked about social and political hypocrisy I guess that was considered angry,’ he says now.”

Or, since the media made up their minds that you’re angry, then, by golly, angry you shall be! (In fact, the Daily Southtown headlined the story, “Once-angry comedian looks at life at 80.” Nice!)

We saw Sahl perform a couple years back at the State Theater in Easton, closing out a show that featured Bill Dana, Dick Gregory, Prof. Irwin Corey, Shelley Berman and was hosted by Dick Cavett. He closed and it was as fine a standup performance as any we’ve seen.

From the AP interview:

He also helped break the mold for standup comedy, taking it from what actor-comedian Albert Brooks calls “the world of Henny Youngman and badda-boom” one-liners to a topical form in which comics suddenly began talking about things that mattered.

“Every comedian who is not doing wife jokes has to thank him for that,” says Brooks. “He really was the first, even before Lenny Bruce, in terms of talking about stuff, not just doing punch lines.”

Unfortunate that Brooks cites Youngman as someone whose approach might somehow be considered inferior to Sahl’s. Why the new(er) style must supplant the other– and mustn’t be allowed to co-exist– is puzzling.

To this day, Sahl excels at making both sides laugh, an art that seems to be lost. Or perhaps purposely discarded.

“Every comedian who is not doing wife jokes” certainly may have Sahl to thank, but every comedian who is doing wife jokes, owes a debt to both Sahl and Youngman. Let’s face it– nearly all of us are descendants of both, hybrids so to speak.

From Gerald Nachman’s “Seriously Funny” comes this quote from Woody Allen:

Allen, who expresses “tremendous affection” for the Borscht Belt school of comics, explained his method: “I always said I was doing wife jokes and coward jokes and the same jokes Bob Hope or Henny Youngman were doing– exactly. I’m doing the same thing as “My room’s so small you had to step outside to change your mind.” I would just do my version of it– it could be the identical joke. But I would say it in a way as if I’m conversing with someone– other than like some guy who’s sitting across from you at Lindy’s giving you the one-liners with a cigar.”

SHECKYmagazine will have a correspondent present on Thursday evening when Mort Sahl is honored in Brentwood.

Legendary comedian, pundit and author
Mort Sahl’s 80th birthday will be celebrated with an All Star tribute
and salute on June 28th, 2007, at the Wadsworth Theater in Brentwood.

Among the many stars appearing are Woody Allen (who will appear on tape), Shelley Berman, David Brenner, Albert Brooks, Jay Leno, Richard Lewis, Bill Maher, Kevin Nealon, Paula Poundstone, Jack Riley, Drew Carey, Norm Crosby and Jonathan Winters, plus many surprise guests.

The evening is a benefit for the Heartland Comedy Foundation, with tickets ranging from $100-$200. For tickets and general information: (213) 365-3500 or Ticketmaster or purchase tickets at any TicketMaster outlet.

Check back here for pics and text!

Lewis Black, at a press conference in anticipation of his appearance at the Bonnaroo Festvial in TN last weekend, confessed his admiration for many of the acts and expressed a desire to open for some of them, particularly Gov’t Mule. He apparently arranged to “interrupt” a midnight performance by the group, mounting the stage and mock complaining about an instrumental piece’s lack of words.

Apparently, someone in attendance just doesn’t like standup comics in general or Black in particular as a pair of YouTube videos shows Black getting zinged in the side of the head with an unidentified object. The videos are each shorter than two minutes.

Click here is video from closer to the stage and here is from the back of the “house.” (Listen to the drunk nitwit who says, “Kick his ass, Warren!” (referring to Gov’t Mule’s lead vocalist/guitarist Warren Haynes) The video from the back has better sound, but the close-up one has a better shot of the object hitting Black in the head.

Black goes off on the tosser and signs off by saying, “You’re lucky to be here tonight, you’re in the presence of God. Take care, you little pricks!”

We’re still having email trouble. However, if you send (or re-send!) email to us at bmckim(at sign)mindspring.com, it’ll get to us.

Thanks for your patience!

We just love reading about comedians who live and work in other countries. The Standard.net, a site providing news and views on Kenya, ran Offstage With Kenya’s Funny Men… and Woman, which profiled Tony Njuguna, Walter Mong’are and Aisha Khabere among others. Get a load of the final paragraph:

At the final tally, trust comedians to make outrageous remarks. Makokha of Vioja Mahakamani thrives in these. He says: “I never eat chicken bred in Nairobi. Besides the pollution, they never get enough sleep and so I don’t want to be involved with them.”

Certainly! Most outrageous! My sides, they hurt with the ache of a thousand suns! These Kenyan comedians– they murder me totally!

We kid! We kid! The true humor is no doubt lost in the translation. Seriously, though, anyone who can make just one person laugh in a country that has Sudan on one side and Uganda on the other is working miracles.

Read the whole article, if only for the mysterious reference to “celebrated American comedian Bernie McGrenahan.”

That’s Country Music Television. They’ve been running a comedy showcase series for a few months now called Comedy Stage. The next episode, to air at midnight on July 10 (to be followed immediatly by several more older episodes), features Robert Hawkins, Trish Suhr and Killer Beaz.

We were aware of the show, having been alerted to it by FOS Kelly Terranova (who appeared earlier in the season), but it fell through our editorial cracks and we neglected to post about it.

Now, it seems, the show is on the bubble, renewal-wise and there’s an internet campaign currently being waged to save the show. Nashville comedians are urging folks to email Lewis.Bogach(at sign)cmt.com and let their feelings be known. In a nice way.

In anticipation of her upcoming turn at the Lyric Theater in Baltimore, the Sun ran a mini-interview with Kathy Griffin.

Griffin says the comedy business is especially tough on women, rejecting Chris Rock’s notion that stand-up is the ultimate meritocracy.

“Chris Rock is a man,” Griffin says. “You’re absolutely held to a different standard as a woman.

“On the other hand, as opposed to regular showbiz, you can be Joan Rivers and still be performing into your 70s. People don’t care if I gain five pounds. They just want to laugh.”

She’s there Wednesday.

Israel-born comedian Avi Liberman has, for five years now, produced a comedy tour of Israel which benefits Jerusalem’s Crossroads Center, an intervention program and community center targeting at-risk English-speaking teens.

The Jerusalem Post says this year’s bill boasts Gary Gulman (Tourgasm), Craig Robinson (The Office) and Dwight Slade.

The Jerusalem Post spoke to Robinson, who recently appeared in the hit film “Knocked Up,” while he was exploring the flea market in Old Jaffa. So far, the trip has been an eye-opening experience for the comic. Though he had not seriously considered coming to Israel before receiving Liberman’s invitation to perform, his short stay has already transformed him into a devoted shwarma fan and a Zionist with plans for a return trip. “After being here,” said Robinson, “I will be a Zionist now. I am for Israel, and for the life of Israel.”

Wow! And we thought our first trip to Vegas was life-changing!

Joe Rhodes of the New York Times interviews Patton Oswalt on the occasion of the release of “Ratatouille,” in which Oswalt voices the title character.

Oswalt makes great points in response to a question that is so totally squaresville it makes the eyes water:

Asked whether he worries about losing his antiestablishment aura or, worse yet, being accused of selling out, he said: “I think it depends on what you do with your success. I’m not doing comedy so I can get out of comedy. I’m doing movies and TV shows and writing screenplays so I can have freedom to do more comedy. And now I have the money to produce my own tours and showcase other comedians.

“So I don’t look at it as being a sellout,” he continued. “I think King of Queens was a really funny show. And as long as I’m out there doing stand-up, what difference does it make what else I do? That’s like someone saying they can’t listen to Richard Pryor’s old albums ever since they saw “Superman III.” Really? Well, you’re an idiot then. ‘Cause those albums are amazing.”

Shouldn’t the NYT be “over” the concept of selling out? Are they really that wired into that segement of the population that even cares about such matters? We would guess that only 15-year-olds (and those that think like them) would be so utterly ignorant of the way the world works that they could muster any indignation over their favorite artist “selling out.”

There, on asahi.com, amid headlines like “Chartered flights between Tokyo and Shanghai to start in October” and “JVC, Kenwood OK merger terms” is an item on the waning political influence of comedians in Japanese politics.

“Those who voted for comedians in the past were people who cared about ‘motherhood and apple pie’ issues, things close to their own lives like social welfare and pensions,” said Junichi Kawata, professor of political science at Osaka University.

“It is still very possible that a comedian or other well-known personality could step into the fray and create a big wave of anti-establishment fervor against established parties and a government that has done little to rein in negligence in the Social Insurance Agency,” Kawata said.

Still, some observers think the era of clowns leading the way has ended, at least in Osaka.

The “clowns” in Japan, actually ran for (and attained) public office. In the ’80s and ’90s, comedians Knock Yokoyama and Kiyoshi Nishikawa were elected to various posts, the former attaining the office of governor of Osaka prefecture and the latter serving three consecutive terms in the upper chamber of the Diet. (For those of you who weren’t hooked on stateside re-broadcasts of NHK’s Today’s Japan, like we were for a while, “prefecture” is a fancy Japanese term for “state” and the Diet is their legislature.)

Here in America, Pat Paulsen was a habitual candidate for the office of the presidency. Doug Stanhope is a Libertarian candidate for pres in ’08. And, in Minnesota, Al Franken is challenging Norm Coleman for his U.S. Senate seat, but is trailing by 20+ points in early polling.

The death of Bernard Manning also brings out this column by Howard Jacobson. In it, he compares the knighthood of Salman Rushdie and the condemnation of Manning and makes some interesting points along the way.

And I am not just referring to his timing, which even his detractors admired. It was the unapologetic, deliberately charmless relish he took in the incorrectness of his jokes that made them work so well. He did the anathema thing. Ugly as a toad, incorrigible, impervious, a man seemingly incapable of spiritual refreshment, he stood before his audience as though in defiance of every decency, and returned to them the brute they harboured at the bottom of their souls and were ashamed of. “This thing of darkness,” he seemed to say, “you had better acknowledge yours, because it’s no one else’s.”

But not, of course, in quite that language.

Jacobson is a comic novelist who “also writes a weekly column for The Independent newspaper as a chronicler of the ‘dumbing-down’ of Britain.” (Wikipedia)

The entire column is worth a read. And, owing to the compound sentences, worth a second read as well. (On the Not Immediately Comprehensible Scale, if Hitchens is a 9, this guy is an 8.5!)

Comedian Kevin Downey, writing for UsedWigs.com, embarks on a debauched evening of thrifty drinking. And lives to write about it.

Then I spied “Graveyard Special 2-6 am Can of Schlitz and a shot of ass-juice-$4,” and bingo was my name-o! I ordered the special and asked the bartender, “What’s ass-juice?” He held up a container of it and said, “This stuff.” I then asked about puke insurance. He directed me to the bouncer who pointed to a sign that read, “House rule, you puke, you clean it.” He then went on to say, “If you buy puke insurance, you don’t have to clean it. But if you puke and try not to clean it, I clean it with your clothes.”

Entertaining writing, and a public service! Comics in Vegas are always looking for good places for cheap hooch, are they not?

We were down for about 90 minutes this morning… in correcting the problem, some posts were temporarily lost. They have been restored. Carry on!

Spotted the following listing under “Comedy” in the Vancouver online mag
Westender.com (ultra-cool, ironic, minimalist punctuation theirs):

stand up for mental health Evening of stand up comedy performed by people with mental illness. June 21 at Sunrise Hall, 1950 Windemere, 7 pm. $5 from

As so many in the media believe that all standup comics are mentally ill, this might actually be an ordinary standup comedy show.

If you’re looking for our Last Comic Standing bloggage, just scroll down a bit and you’ll see it.

Thanks!

Rascals Cherry Hill will close soon, its last show will be Saturday, June 30. It was originally supposed to last until July 28, but the folks calling the shots at what is left of the chain decided to pull the plug early. (Recent events, as recounted in the Newark Star Ledger, detailed all manner of financial and fiduciary scandal, culminating in a judge appointing a trustee to oversee the slow, excruciating dissolution of the mini-chain that started out with the original Rascals in West Orange.)

Which sucks for us, personally, because we were looking forward to our farewell area appearance at our “home club” July 12-14. To say we’re disappointed would be putting it mildly. It was a decent club, six minutes from our house.

Another great club, Comix Cafe in Buffalo, is gone as well. A tersely-worded email just came into our inbox from Randy Reese, the Cafe proprietor, which merely stated that the club was closed and apologizing for the inconvenience. The Cafe, readers of this magazine may recall, was one of the clubs we mentioned in the USA Today article that asked us to name “Ten Great Places to Sit Down and Watch Standup comedy.”

Which sucks for us, personally, because we were looking forward to our return engagement, November 29- December 1.

To recap: Rascals is gone. Comix Cafe is gone. We are seeking to book July 12-14 and November 19- December 1.

Just received an email from comedian Karen Rontowski, who is seeking comics’ CD’s and DVD’s for Comedy For Our Troops.

Operation Gratitude just sent out their millionth care package to the troops in Iraq and they’re getting ready to up another million!

They are looking for all kinds of CD’s and DVDs to put in each care package and I say we show them how much the comedy industry cares!

Just send your CD to my office:

Karen Rontowski
5915 Hazeltine ave
Suite 3
Van Nuys, CA 91401

You can send 1, 2, 5…as many as you would like or can spare. Also if you would like to sign them or send a note that would be great, too.

We’re sending along some copies of “Pleasant & Gross.”

L.C.S. Joke of the Day: What do you give a pig with a sprained ankle?

Ant’s phone number!

(We’re getting a lot of hits from cheapskates seeking the punchlines to those goofy jokes they run just before the commercial breaks. Sooo… we figure we’ll give them _a_ punchline. Not _the_ punchline, mind you. If the bastards are too tightfisted to pay the fifty cents or the $2.99 or whatever it is, they’ll hafta be satisfied with this.)

It was the Los Angeles and Sydney auditions.

Not much else.

First– The Raw Data!

Making it through to the semifinals from Los Angeles:

Thea Vidale
Sean Rouse
Dwayne Perkins
Sarah Colonna
Jon Reep
Dante (Audience Favorite)

Making it through to the semis from Sydney:

Gina Yashere
Fiona O’Loughlin
Adam Vincent
Lawrence Mooney

And, once again, the producers couldn’t persuade any sponsor in Sydney to cough up a grand for an Audience Favorite. Or Capital One’s contract says they don’t have to fork over the dough on foreign soil. (But wouldn’t it be worth a grand just to have your company’s name mentioned that many more times?) It just makes America look cheap! How about the Jay Mohr Audience Favorite? A tribute to past hosts! Or how about the Yahoo Serious Audience Favorite Award? Or maybe Anthony Clarke could peel off ten Benjamins for the Count Shake-ula Excellence Grant?

In Hollwyood, at the Improv, the following got major face time without advancing:

Stephen Glickman
Lizzie Cooperman
Alycia Cooper

Hey, was that Craig Shoemaker in the background, onstage at the end, when they were announcing the winners? And wasn’t that Tig in the front of the pack as well? And no face time for either of them? What gives?

Ant must cease saying, “You better come back tonight and you better bring it!”

We know it’s a TV show and we know they’re cooking miles of tape down to 43 mintues or so, but the way they edit this thing, they’re making the judges look alternately inconsistent, tyrannical, simple or just plain unfair.

We know for a fact that Sean Rouse is one of the funniest comics out there. Saw him kick mighty ass at the Chicago Fest in 2000. And his set was one of the highlights of the Dave Attell special. And we thought his brief joke on tonight’s show was funny. But he had to be bleeped.

But he got through to the semis anyway.

We have no problem with that. But, mere moments before, the judges were castigating some poor auditioner for not having clean material.

And Rouse took his sweet old time getting to his punchline.

And we have no problem with that, either. But Ant and the other judges have little patience when other comics don’t get to it quickly. They were cutting other people off who took half as long as Rouse did to get through a setup.

(Sure, we know Rouse probably had “special dispensation”– management or representation that “guaranteed” (wink, wink) a spot. And we know that his rep probably preceded him. (Hell, Bodden or Madigan have probably worked with him at one point or another.)

But Mr. and Mrs. Average TV Viewer doesn’t know this stuff. Somebody is making somebody look bad. We can tolerate a lot of negatives when it comes to being in a contest. But inconsistency is just too much. And we can tolerate a lot of negatives in a reality show, but bad editing is just too much. We suppose what we’re saying is that they might take a little more care in making the playing field appear level. (Or, to put it like Det. Sipowicz, “Don’t piss on my shoes and tell me it’s raining!”) Is full disclosure necessary? No, certainly not. But this hamhanded editing and the spectacle of the judges pretending not to know other comics who have 20 years in the business is ludicrous.

We have a suggestion: Since this is a reality TV show… How about a little REALITY?!? How’s that for a novel concept?

Why is there so little real information about the comics? You’ll learn more about Sean Rouse if you merely see him introduced at a showcase in Houston. But there is not one bit of information on the comedians, other than the “hometown” they superimpose over each and what little they reveal of themselves if/when they’re interviewed on-camera. How about, “This next comic started doing standup while a student at Baylor. She moved to Los Angeles in 2005.” Anything would be better than pretending that these folks have no history whatsoever.

And those montages! They have a purpose, to be sure. It breaks things up a bit and it’s a good way to convey just how many comics are seen, etc. But, once in a while, an actual, professional, good comic ends up in one of them. It must be an embarassing moment for that act. Just because a comic makes a funny noise in a setup or a punchline, he or she has that one moment extracted and inserted into the middle of a montage with a bunch of amateurs making funny noises! What way to go! Oh, the ignominy!

What was that whole thing with Bodden and Madigan and the eye-rolling when more than one comic happened to do a bit about dating? Excuse me? We’re not just judges now, but we’re premise police are we? Sorry, but there’s going to be some overlap, judges. If you can’t distinguish between a good, well-written joke about dating and a poorly written and delivered joke about dating, then we have a problem with calling you a judge now, don’t we? Get ready for some tough days ahead– Very few of the comics have been working on their material about the Crimean War or Avogadro’s Number. (It’s 6.02 X 10 to the 23rd power, by the way. And, no, we did not peek.)

And, for Chrissakes, stop STOP playing the kid card. My kid needs shoes! My kid needs tuition! I miss my baby! I want to watch my kid grow up! Wah, wah, wah! We all know what you’re up to. It worked for Fantasia Barrino, but this is comedy, not singing. Dream up an original way of milking this sympathy thing. Stop exploiting your kid(s)! Or do it an be funny! You’re a comedian! Getting teary-eyed is not becoming!

On to Australia and the comedy club that’s way too far away and therefore probably too expensive for Mitzi Shore to sue– The Comedy Store!

(The Male Half and The Female Half actually took in a show there once, back in about 1992 or so, while visiting Sydney!)

They opened up with a reel of zany, slapsticky Aussie comics with a voiceover by Ant saying that “Australian comics must think that comedian means “court jester.” Then, for the rest of the segment from down under, they showed a strong lineup of comedians doing (for the most part) well-written, thoughtful material. Again with the inconsistency!

Other comics who got face time down under:

Michael Williams
Claire Hooper
Sam Bowring

Gina Yashere said, and we’re paraphrasing, “Working in the U.S. is every comic’s dream.” She’s right. Even comics who live here have that dream.

Claire Hooper said that there were no female comedians to watch when she was growing up. Hmmm… Either she’s 100 years old and she looks really good for her age… or, judging from the fact that three out of the seven comics that night in Sydney were female, it just plain doesn’t matter who you’re modeling yourself after.

Thea Vidale is the second (at least the second!) auditioner to have starred in his/her own ABC sitcom. (The other, of course, being Ralph Harris.) Her series ran for one season in 1993 and it was named Thea.

If you ask us, Bob Zany (seen during the credits tonight in brief clips of what must be next week’s Minneapolis auditions) should have been a judge this season! Now, that would be entertaining!

NOTE: This posting was revised at 11:15 EDT. Thanks!