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Christian Bladt returns with more reflections on 50 years of Saturday Night Live with another conversation with fellow former NBC Pages. In this episode, he chats with Andrew Tavani and Ron Motta. Plus, an old-fashioned celebrity walk-on appearance from Tom Kelly.

To commemorate the 50th anniversary of Saturday Night Live, Christian reflects on the show's legacy and the various opportunities to be around the show with some fellow former NBC Pages: Tom Kelly, Shalako Gordon, Tim Saccardo and Jenni Cramer (Gilroy).

Allen Strickland Williams! Comedian! Friend! Delight! More! ABOUT THE NEW ALBUM: A proper debut, Ran Through is a culmination of ASW's stand-up since he started, up to the night he recorded. The album is filled with absurd, dark one-liners as well as well-structured pieces about the celestial bodies that hang in the sky above, his Florida roots, relationships, dating and being single, parenting (or lack thereof), vasectomies and guns. But ASW absolutely excels at crass jokes about sex, drugs, and residual trauma - the kind of jokes that you can't help but laugh at while also relating to it just a little too much. Born in Texas and raised in Florida “because my parents really wanted to do a number on me, I guess”, ASW now lives “a totally normal life in the small, humble town of Los Angeles, California”. Starting with sketch comedy in college and then becoming an NBC Page upon moving to Los Angeles, Allen Strickland Williams claims he has been in the entertainment business “long enough to know if I provide an exact number I will never work in this town again”. It was actually due to happenstance that the album came together when it did. Album plans were scrapped in 2020 due to the pandemic. Then in 2023 ASW went to Austin to visit a friend, and it just so happened the booker of The Velveeta Room, where the album would eventually be recorded, saw that Allen was in town and enthusiastically booked ASW for some featured spots, followed by a headlining date six months out. ASW realized this timing provided a chance to finally record the album. Kind of crazy. ABOUT ALLEN STRICKLAND WILLIAMS: Salutations. Allen Strickland Williams lives in Los Angeles writing and telling jokes. He has done a half-hour for Comedy Central Stand-Up Presents and was named one of their Comics to Watch. He has performed stand-up comedy twice on CONAN, and appeared on Adult Swim's The Last Open Mic at the End of the World, Netflix's Cooking on High, Viceland's Flophouse, and The Top 14 Greatest Valentine's Day Movies of All Time on the CW.  ASW has been funny at South by Southwest, Moontower Comedy Festival, Funny or Die's Oddball Comedy & Curiosity Festival, Bridgetown Comedy Festival, RIOT Festival, and more.  One time he got a standing ovation for telling a single joke. Another time, a guy passed out after one of his bits. They had to call an ambulance and everything. Enjoy our chat! This is the first half of it! For the second half, subscribe via Apple Podcasts OR merely head on over here to Patreon!​

“Seth Meyers And the Cauldron of Doom” OMG— YOU have a cauldron of doom?! I have a cauldron of doom!!! DO NOT SHAKE THIS SNOWGLOBE. I had been avoiding Rockefeller plaza for months as it was, without the sometimes accidental ending up there anyway, and I thought not once but twice or three times about changing into my regular pants so that the deep pockets could hold my keys and passports sans wallet— or a purse and considered taking a notebook as well; on the list of prohibited items were backpacks and large bags, and though the dress code seemed to be null in void at all, I was happy to be able to wear my hat at least— and almost prepared to be dogged out, the last min it e change into my harem pants would probably be the comfortable choice; looking intentionally dressed down as a statement—a broad statement that I wasn't looking to be noticed at all, or trying to be noticed. The guest for the show was nearly an EGOT winner, probably younger, and definitely skinner and more beautiful than I was; a black woman, but a British woman, and it would be almost entirely impossible to think that besides Whoopi Goldberg, an American black woman would strive to win such a thing as an EGOT herself. Still, I was looking for a cure to the writer's block and crippling depression that I had been in, however—knowing who the president of Peacock was, and after the elections at all's though I knew NBC to be left-leaning— I didn't feel at all as if I would ever belong on the stage, and was quite happily taking my place as simply a fan…and audience member, though ready to creep back into obscurity, and probably more likely than not with a pint of Ben and Jerry's after the show. I had gone to see Drew Barrymore sand makeup, and would do the same, but only as a proclamation that I had read Tina Fey's book nearly religiously now rounding three times, and I almost wish I had an oversized black t-shirt which read “hot water heater” to accompany my lax look and blonde hair—a testament to her correctness standing, as the grossities of tinder loved “the blonde”, almost as if, without the hair I would be ugly, and just as much in the same breath, unworthy of such status anyway. But more than anything, I just wanted to be able to write again, at least for my own sake, and certainly not for anyone else's. I was still in hiatus, for the better, and had not completely recovered from the unbearable racism and parallel of doom the election had tossed me into with trajectory—in this world—supposedly “fascist”. I was comfortable enough in the jeans, but had nowhere to put my phone. I was ready to be dogged out and shown what a real a list celebrity looked like, and why I simply wasn't one. I left the house with a sink full of dishes, an unmade bed, and a pile of laundry unfolded—a pile of books in boxes I had collected for my son but would cost too much to send—almost as a testament to his sick I had been since the election. In this world, I was just another poor black fat single mother— a dead beat living in poverty. In trump's world, I was an ugly, poor nothing. Everywhere I had gone about the past week, the rich seemed richer and the poor poorer, the whites whiter and the blacks blacker, good gone and evil fleeting, with the return of the motorcycles and pieces of me dying, simply giving up. I planned my return to the workforce, and the eventual fortitude of my freedom; the wealthy had become more arrogant, and the rest of us more distraught. What was I going to rocketfeller plaza for, anyway? The news. My apartment was disgusting, but at least I had been to the gym—I had run the full mile and lifted and pulled, all with the gym to myself. My harem pants still felt even better, and for the first time in me months I ventured into the world in only one waist trainer. Be prepared to be [lost in a revolving door Be cool to the two dudes in blue suits goddamnit I never know where I'm going in this bitch. I can never breath in this bitch and I don't know why. How do you get lost at the rock? Like this: [Infinitely Lost at Rockafeller Plaza] This is why I avoid this place like the plague. Maybe I'm the plague. First of all, there's no track on the floor upstairs. (I've never been upstairs.) It's just store after store of ways to spend money. This is my only pair of clean socks. No shit, this is the reason practicing your mantras on the train becomes dangerous. DANGEROUS. Somewhere in the frenzy, I remember this. Frequency, however, Not yet partial to my own inner self, and empty in the array of superstardom, I become nothing, Only a spectator of celebrity— And now, suddenly. 8 remember this day Why? Suddenly, now, in the Is moment. Where I always have been, waiting for myself— I avoid Rockerfeller plaza at all costs. Why. I heard a grimlin lives here. Now is the time for Skrillex! I would really love you forever if you didn't. Que the Arc! Oh boy, this writer's block is a doozy. The only reason I had even bothered was because it was as if I had been summoned, as if something had clocked in my sense memory where, all of a sudden, looking at an unrelated picture of some kid on Tinee, with his hands covering his mouth the way that Stefon always did, made me immidiately stop whatever I was doing—probably eating tacos or pancakes, insurmountably out of bounds— and pausing the comedian I was watching instead, just to watch Stefon, and in the way that I remembered it all, it made me laugh. Although now, I knew exactly what he was talking about by the avant-grade and strangely abysmal club scene not just of the time, but of any time in New York City— and, somehow summoning a laugh even in the darkness that had been my own distraught and depression in the previous weeks, something of a belly roll laugh might have triggered something in the alrgorithm to send last minute tickets to my email in almost that exact moment. Are they going to tell me to take off my hat?! There was no dress code, They had better not tell me to take off my motherfucking hat. I won't do it. Fuck Seth Meyers . I'm not taking off my hat for Seth Meyers. Oh yeah. That's why I'm here. I found it hard to say that I was there for such a thing; I— I turned off my peripheral vision and hyperfocus. I didn't know there would be music. Goddammit. I had deleted Shazam filming for I love New York, an all but abandoned project—the writer's block had been too real, and now the real rest had come—would I laugh at anything in show show when in reality I wanted to cry? The way the lights kept going up and down as if it were intermission only slightly distracted from the fact that I had never seen a page in real life. THEY EXIST . I had never seen an actual NBC PAGE. GODDAMMIT GET THIS BLUE SUIT LOAFER WEARING MOTHERFUCKER OUT OF MY PERIPHERAL BEFORE I LOSE IT. Shoot a midget at her. What. Just do it. Don't do that. What Don't put the midget in the cannon. What! Thays's what he's here for! I'm a stunt double! This is a stunt. That's a horrible joke. That's not a joke. SHAZAM. WTF IS THIS. Some top 40 bullshit. Good, get it ( I'm never going to have any other l exposure to top 40, ever in my life. ) Congratulations, you've made the A list What?! NO FAIR. What. What does that mean. It means I can't do shit and mandatory attendance to everything. What is everything “Everythin—g.” Man, fuck this. Alright At this moment, I realize I must be some sort of autistic. Let's get this over with… I let the sound of my own mix blare in my ears to drown out the sound of whatever pop singer was on over the loud speakers; I didn't realize there would be music, and I hoped the flutter was good l. Maybe it was the lights, or whatever, but— SUNNI BLU what in the fuck dimention is this . It's the same dimension, you're just drunk. Ah. Now what? I was as uncomfortable as ever, there was a track on the higher level, but it didn't matter, the cattle call was contained inside of velvet ropes— black ones, unlike the typical red ones, and it was at this point I realized that not only had I never seen actual NBC pages— Yo, their skirts are kinda short… RIGHT. I THOUGHT THE PAGES WERE THE PARAGON OF SANCTITY! No, those are, um… Nvm. Maybe the ugly shoes distract from the shortness of their skirts on the general basis. Oh come on, nobody gives a fuck how ugly your shoes are if your skirt is that short! These are facts, Liz. No, I'm serious what dimention is this. I already told you. I had to ask for directions three times just get here. THIS IS MY LEVEL. why is your level on acid. Cause. This is—just— Where I'm at. CUT TO: Jimmy Fallon after Mardi Gras's. Come on that's not fair! {Enter The Multiverse} What exactly isn't fair?! He's in all the scenes. Well, how else are you going to explain a time traveling helicopter?! Got him. THERES MY INVISIBLE MOTORCYCLE. I'm not going to pa— Goddamn it. I'm not going to p— It actually hurt not to write and just stand there; but I still didn't feel like myself—or sound like myself—or look like myself; I was playing a character, I just didnt know who. As I moved forward in line, the music began to fade away behind me and into the nothingness that was whatever was behind, in front of, and all around me. I hated cattle calls, but after all, I was still just a fan and as the world began to fold into chaos, I realized that my pants were falling off of me, though I had been feeling fat, and walking, and running, and cycling, and protein shaking—the only thing that had gained any extra weight was my ass, which was exactly what I was intending on hiding with my same old usual harems. My blonde hair made it so that I stuck out like a sore thumb, but that didn't matter, I was a walking statement piece and almost in a fit of tears just thinking about my own status; the NBC pages probably all had crazy incredible accolades and numerous degrees and achievements—what was I, if anything at all— ? I had put the candles out, but had I left the stove on? Did I really unplug the nail dryer and leave the stove on? I had almost washed all of the dishes, but stopped just short of right on time to leave; my producer brain was on fire and wanted more pancakes, but however hard I tried I could not find where I had placed my EBT card; probably for the better—celebrities didn't carry EBT cards, and even my awkward general being thrown off by the doorman or security— —whichever I wasn't sure— standing outside of the roller rink— probably ice this time of year, by the looks of the Zamboni in the foreground of it… ‘Don't stop writing, no matter what. ‘ Dammit, dammit dammit— That seems inappropriate. I told you to get this motherfucker out of my peripheral before something— Nevermind, don't write that. [redacted] (But imma remember this shit cause it's heavy.) A remarkable and accidental tableau, My feet flat to the floor, as my ankles bare, This is my only pair of hole-less socks. I feel so much better with my back against the wall and Listening to mau5 and, Not giving a fuck about the music playing Or the people watching But keeping it for later Forgetting how to codeswitch, Just an ever so limited existence Trying not to stick out like a sore thumb in the wrong world It's a long way up, But even longer way down, And in all the demoralizing humiliation and emasculation, I realize I'm no man at all, No man at all I realize I'm no man at all, No man at all, No mana I realized my son's Lego Lamborghini should be waiting for me as I returned to my apartment in Brooklyn probably starting but pretending not to care; I winced at everything— this was a dangerous disaster, to even be in the building at all and edging closer to death were the secrets I kept that were not only secrets, but non existences. Nothing in nothing and nothing— Oh shit, is the suffering done? This is the end of the End of the end It's the Beginning of the end It's the end of the beginning This will be the end Of the end Of the end, This will be the end of the end Of the end Of the end Of the beginning Of the end Of the beginning of the end. This will be the end Of the end Of the end Of the beginning of the beginning Of the end of the end Of the beginning Of the end This will be the end Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the end Of the end Of the end This will be the end Of the beginning of the beginning This will be the beginning of the beginning of the beginning This will be the beginning, The beginning of the end This will be the end of the end of the end This will be the end of the end of the end This will be the end (This will be the end) Of the beginning This will be the beginning The beginning of the beginning Of the end My friends. LET US COMMECE! All of it, this is recorded history, Smoke and mirrors, here portions and pardons This is probably why can't breathe at the rock Was I here last time; I choked last time I wrote nothing remarkable at all (Nothing remarkable at all.) I love getting lost at the rock Okay, this is the host— This is the host of the show (I think I lost my lunch before.) I was at a show, I never woke up, Okay; This is the host This is the host (This is the host) This is the host. Cue the Nirvana; Curtains go up, I don't want to see the show, I just want to host it. I don't want to get lost no more On the way to the rock Or the store Cause only one train goes there I wanna climb the straits to the top Get lost at the rock, Guess this isn't he host huh This is the lost god, That was a long walk The top of the rock off is a long jump And I'm still in talks how's every morning Someone told me not to ignore you So, this is the host, huh. Someone told me, go hard or go home (Almost time tknkove) Parenthesises, please and—Parenthetical, hypotheticals and paleontology's, Please, I need a mixologist (And anthologist) Please slow down to peace, Mr poltergeist, Please Mr poltergeist The ghost of Mr giest I'm doing a hiest Please, slow down mister poltergeist, Please for the peace Mr. Poltergeist, Or what have you? How old are you, 40. I'm the whole medium and still, Nice to meat you sir. A house made of mediums I hope that shock, And I hop to the rock there's still something in it A pogo stick Or a poltergeist Slow down, poltergeist. Terrible timing, Victoria Beckham and monsuier, Please Mr, I mean it no more— If I'm Mr ooltergieat (A policeman and polgergeist) Please, sir, no jokes. All sandwhich, no buns and pastrmi, And all the God, I'm going cold, I'm going ghost again And a the god, on all the rocks, I'm going old, I'm going cold again; On all the God on all the rocks, I'm going God, I'm going old again Hold on again, mi got a song again? I'm just a serviceman WATCH OUT FOR THE DOORMAN. MORE FUEL. So all the Rockerfeller plazas on all the earths aim alll yhr parallel dimensions can actually communicate with each other RADIO CITY BABBBBBBBYYYYYYY! OH GOD. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE Did you get his dog's name!? I think so. Good. [meniacal rubbing of hands] good. Cue the nirvana. Cue the m— Mitosis. The migos. Nah, I can't catch the flow. There it is. [the flow is a literal] Something medicinal in this meniacal, is this I spy a specscle, monocle— monopoly, Time to go, it's the devil at my left; Time for the fight against darkness, And it all is, Cause this is the ark, Noah This is the arc, God. This is apartheid and apart from that. You're fired. What. You heard me. But—I'm Seth Meyers. That's debatable. I am! I'm Seth Meyers. If you say so. This is nonsense. It's not nonsense. It is nonsense. And it's also impossible; cause this is my show. It's my show, I'M SETH MEYERS. Debatable, Not debatable. I'm ME. THAT'S ME. Debatable. I can't even hear the words, But the bass is so fire, I summon Shazam! …I want a ham sandwhich. Oh good! He's alive. Ham. Sandwhich. What the fuck happened buddy?! Where were you man?! —Zoolander. What. disleylandhamsandwhich. Get him a sandwhich!!!!! YO QUIERO CUBANO. Here's your sandwhich. CUBANO. Remember what you look like Who you are What your place is What you weigh, And Check your status Remember how still started What your mark is And what happened to your wallet; Did you leave the stove on Do you put the show on; Did you miss your mark Your mom was hotter Please remember the circumstances In which you—- [BLACKOUT] After several days gone completely missing, Jimmy Fallon is found under the craft services table sleeping peacefully. The apparatus I entered in with Is not adjusted to this condition The biometrics are non concurrent; {enter the multiverse} I felt tragic. By the time I got back to my apartment, my ribcage was showing again—although I had only been wearing one waist trainer, it was the skimpy one, and it was already wearing, it was after all eight dollars. Really and once and for all, something had come over me at Rockerfeller plaza that I didn't understand. I was more awkward and nervous than usual, and sure that I should have eaten, but couldn't —even after a long gym session, there was no time for food before the show, and I had no stomach for it. I chose to as much as I could ignore the code switching, and the more I picked it up, the further my mind began to drift. —a door slammed. My documents were probably compromised, and my phone hacked which I might have guessed, but continuing the thought I had often wondered how or why anything could have possibly known what I had written, or how—or how anyone would know what I had written, or of the things I had written, and most importantly of all—what did I write?! Most of the previous months' entries into the festival project were a blank, and the time I had spent considerably enough sifting through whatever masked man acting in part of Fallon, whoever he really was had been turbulent, as if I had been disfigured to be brainwashed into half a mind—then, slowly peeking back the layers of such a chaotic artifact of time and this, Seth Meyers, to whom now I had become a loyal fan, an actual fan—and had noticed something ingenuously crafted here. A genuine and talented, very kind and gifted man, who was not in any sense miserable or in peril. Peril, so to speak, as I remembered the almost villainous approach that the decent into madness had accompanied this Fallon and his mask, and besides this was the assumption that Seth Meyers, though professionally trained as such, seemed happy. Fallon did not. We had all learned to craft masks in order to protect our inner selves—however, with such a veil lifted as the partitioned screen of all does, this spoke to me with numerous volumes and sometimes even screamed, with the ethics of no worse a gentleman than some surgeon soldier or sailor and no more a nobleman than a king or god itself; I had not been Shocked and all but murmured even to just the slightest gawk of just an awkward cry, a muster of some shallow disaster which had called me to all of them— to whom I had loved and yet somehow not known, at least being here—and here I was, slightly convulsed, bearing no armor and gripping at the fortitude of death's barriers; On wheels with no bearings plummeted towards a forged death of sorts, by my own hands but also at the hands of others, the forgery calling from the halls of a place I had known as once my own fortress; but was no more. I belonged and now, almost with gratitude, to the eye of all gods, and all things that moved. No cherished nature, perhaps, was this into my own eye, but of disgust for what I had not yet accomplished, and still might never— I was a skull and crossbones with no love, and nothing known at all besides my own. —Tales of a superstar DJ “16 Songs” I got it. What's that. The thing that sets Seth Meyers apart from the other hosts. What is it? Seth Meyers is not a host—he's an anchor. Goddammit, you're right . I know I'm right. GODDAMIT. It just took me this long to figure it out . Great. Now how long's it gonna get you to take this thing fixed. Possibly forever. Entaer The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

“Seth Meyers And the Cauldron of Doom” OMG— YOU have a cauldron of doom?! I have a cauldron of doom!!! DO NOT SHAKE THIS SNOWGLOBE. I had been avoiding Rockefeller plaza for months as it was, without the sometimes accidental ending up there anyway, and I thought not once but twice or three times about changing into my regular pants so that the deep pockets could hold my keys and passports sans wallet— or a purse and considered taking a notebook as well; on the list of prohibited items were backpacks and large bags, and though the dress code seemed to be null in void at all, I was happy to be able to wear my hat at least— and almost prepared to be dogged out, the last min it e change into my harem pants would probably be the comfortable choice; looking intentionally dressed down as a statement—a broad statement that I wasn't looking to be noticed at all, or trying to be noticed. The guest for the show was nearly an EGOT winner, probably younger, and definitely skinner and more beautiful than I was; a black woman, but a British woman, and it would be almost entirely impossible to think that besides Whoopi Goldberg, an American black woman would strive to win such a thing as an EGOT herself. Still, I was looking for a cure to the writer's block and crippling depression that I had been in, however—knowing who the president of Peacock was, and after the elections at all's though I knew NBC to be left-leaning— I didn't feel at all as if I would ever belong on the stage, and was quite happily taking my place as simply a fan…and audience member, though ready to creep back into obscurity, and probably more likely than not with a pint of Ben and Jerry's after the show. I had gone to see Drew Barrymore sand makeup, and would do the same, but only as a proclamation that I had read Tina Fey's book nearly religiously now rounding three times, and I almost wish I had an oversized black t-shirt which read “hot water heater” to accompany my lax look and blonde hair—a testament to her correctness standing, as the grossities of tinder loved “the blonde”, almost as if, without the hair I would be ugly, and just as much in the same breath, unworthy of such status anyway. But more than anything, I just wanted to be able to write again, at least for my own sake, and certainly not for anyone else's. I was still in hiatus, for the better, and had not completely recovered from the unbearable racism and parallel of doom the election had tossed me into with trajectory—in this world—supposedly “fascist”. I was comfortable enough in the jeans, but had nowhere to put my phone. I was ready to be dogged out and shown what a real a list celebrity looked like, and why I simply wasn't one. I left the house with a sink full of dishes, an unmade bed, and a pile of laundry unfolded—a pile of books in boxes I had collected for my son but would cost too much to send—almost as a testament to his sick I had been since the election. In this world, I was just another poor black fat single mother— a dead beat living in poverty. In trump's world, I was an ugly, poor nothing. Everywhere I had gone about the past week, the rich seemed richer and the poor poorer, the whites whiter and the blacks blacker, good gone and evil fleeting, with the return of the motorcycles and pieces of me dying, simply giving up. I planned my return to the workforce, and the eventual fortitude of my freedom; the wealthy had become more arrogant, and the rest of us more distraught. What was I going to rocketfeller plaza for, anyway? The news. My apartment was disgusting, but at least I had been to the gym—I had run the full mile and lifted and pulled, all with the gym to myself. My harem pants still felt even better, and for the first time in me months I ventured into the world in only one waist trainer. Be prepared to be [lost in a revolving door Be cool to the two dudes in blue suits goddamnit I never know where I'm going in this bitch. I can never breath in this bitch and I don't know why. How do you get lost at the rock? Like this: [Infinitely Lost at Rockafeller Plaza] This is why I avoid this place like the plague. Maybe I'm the plague. First of all, there's no track on the floor upstairs. (I've never been upstairs.) It's just store after store of ways to spend money. This is my only pair of clean socks. No shit, this is the reason practicing your mantras on the train becomes dangerous. DANGEROUS. Somewhere in the frenzy, I remember this. Frequency, however, Not yet partial to my own inner self, and empty in the array of superstardom, I become nothing, Only a spectator of celebrity— And now, suddenly. 8 remember this day Why? Suddenly, now, in the Is moment. Where I always have been, waiting for myself— I avoid Rockerfeller plaza at all costs. Why. I heard a grimlin lives here. Now is the time for Skrillex! I would really love you forever if you didn't. Que the Arc! Oh boy, this writer's block is a doozy. The only reason I had even bothered was because it was as if I had been summoned, as if something had clocked in my sense memory where, all of a sudden, looking at an unrelated picture of some kid on Tinee, with his hands covering his mouth the way that Stefon always did, made me immidiately stop whatever I was doing—probably eating tacos or pancakes, insurmountably out of bounds— and pausing the comedian I was watching instead, just to watch Stefon, and in the way that I remembered it all, it made me laugh. Although now, I knew exactly what he was talking about by the avant-grade and strangely abysmal club scene not just of the time, but of any time in New York City— and, somehow summoning a laugh even in the darkness that had been my own distraught and depression in the previous weeks, something of a belly roll laugh might have triggered something in the alrgorithm to send last minute tickets to my email in almost that exact moment. Are they going to tell me to take off my hat?! There was no dress code, They had better not tell me to take off my motherfucking hat. I won't do it. Fuck Seth Meyers . I'm not taking off my hat for Seth Meyers. Oh yeah. That's why I'm here. I found it hard to say that I was there for such a thing; I— I turned off my peripheral vision and hyperfocus. I didn't know there would be music. Goddammit. I had deleted Shazam filming for I love New York, an all but abandoned project—the writer's block had been too real, and now the real rest had come—would I laugh at anything in show show when in reality I wanted to cry? The way the lights kept going up and down as if it were intermission only slightly distracted from the fact that I had never seen a page in real life. THEY EXIST . I had never seen an actual NBC PAGE. GODDAMMIT GET THIS BLUE SUIT LOAFER WEARING MOTHERFUCKER OUT OF MY PERIPHERAL BEFORE I LOSE IT. Shoot a midget at her. What. Just do it. Don't do that. What Don't put the midget in the cannon. What! Thays's what he's here for! I'm a stunt double! This is a stunt. That's a horrible joke. That's not a joke. SHAZAM. WTF IS THIS. Some top 40 bullshit. Good, get it ( I'm never going to have any other l exposure to top 40, ever in my life. ) Congratulations, you've made the A list What?! NO FAIR. What. What does that mean. It means I can't do shit and mandatory attendance to everything. What is everything “Everythin—g.” Man, fuck this. Alright At this moment, I realize I must be some sort of autistic. Let's get this over with… I let the sound of my own mix blare in my ears to drown out the sound of whatever pop singer was on over the loud speakers; I didn't realize there would be music, and I hoped the flutter was good l. Maybe it was the lights, or whatever, but— SUNNI BLU what in the fuck dimention is this . It's the same dimension, you're just drunk. Ah. Now what? I was as uncomfortable as ever, there was a track on the higher level, but it didn't matter, the cattle call was contained inside of velvet ropes— black ones, unlike the typical red ones, and it was at this point I realized that not only had I never seen actual NBC pages— Yo, their skirts are kinda short… RIGHT. I THOUGHT THE PAGES WERE THE PARAGON OF SANCTITY! No, those are, um… Nvm. Maybe the ugly shoes distract from the shortness of their skirts on the general basis. Oh come on, nobody gives a fuck how ugly your shoes are if your skirt is that short! These are facts, Liz. No, I'm serious what dimention is this. I already told you. I had to ask for directions three times just get here. THIS IS MY LEVEL. why is your level on acid. Cause. This is—just— Where I'm at. CUT TO: Jimmy Fallon after Mardi Gras's. Come on that's not fair! {Enter The Multiverse} What exactly isn't fair?! He's in all the scenes. Well, how else are you going to explain a time traveling helicopter?! Got him. THERES MY INVISIBLE MOTORCYCLE. I'm not going to pa— Goddamn it. I'm not going to p— It actually hurt not to write and just stand there; but I still didn't feel like myself—or sound like myself—or look like myself; I was playing a character, I just didnt know who. As I moved forward in line, the music began to fade away behind me and into the nothingness that was whatever was behind, in front of, and all around me. I hated cattle calls, but after all, I was still just a fan and as the world began to fold into chaos, I realized that my pants were falling off of me, though I had been feeling fat, and walking, and running, and cycling, and protein shaking—the only thing that had gained any extra weight was my ass, which was exactly what I was intending on hiding with my same old usual harems. My blonde hair made it so that I stuck out like a sore thumb, but that didn't matter, I was a walking statement piece and almost in a fit of tears just thinking about my own status; the NBC pages probably all had crazy incredible accolades and numerous degrees and achievements—what was I, if anything at all— ? I had put the candles out, but had I left the stove on? Did I really unplug the nail dryer and leave the stove on? I had almost washed all of the dishes, but stopped just short of right on time to leave; my producer brain was on fire and wanted more pancakes, but however hard I tried I could not find where I had placed my EBT card; probably for the better—celebrities didn't carry EBT cards, and even my awkward general being thrown off by the doorman or security— —whichever I wasn't sure— standing outside of the roller rink— probably ice this time of year, by the looks of the Zamboni in the foreground of it… ‘Don't stop writing, no matter what. ‘ Dammit, dammit dammit— That seems inappropriate. I told you to get this motherfucker out of my peripheral before something— Nevermind, don't write that. [redacted] (But imma remember this shit cause it's heavy.) A remarkable and accidental tableau, My feet flat to the floor, as my ankles bare, This is my only pair of hole-less socks. I feel so much better with my back against the wall and Listening to mau5 and, Not giving a fuck about the music playing Or the people watching But keeping it for later Forgetting how to codeswitch, Just an ever so limited existence Trying not to stick out like a sore thumb in the wrong world It's a long way up, But even longer way down, And in all the demoralizing humiliation and emasculation, I realize I'm no man at all, No man at all I realize I'm no man at all, No man at all, No mana I realized my son's Lego Lamborghini should be waiting for me as I returned to my apartment in Brooklyn probably starting but pretending not to care; I winced at everything— this was a dangerous disaster, to even be in the building at all and edging closer to death were the secrets I kept that were not only secrets, but non existences. Nothing in nothing and nothing— Oh shit, is the suffering done? This is the end of the End of the end It's the Beginning of the end It's the end of the beginning This will be the end Of the end Of the end, This will be the end of the end Of the end Of the end Of the beginning Of the end Of the beginning of the end. This will be the end Of the end Of the end Of the beginning of the beginning Of the end of the end Of the beginning Of the end This will be the end Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the end Of the end Of the end This will be the end Of the beginning of the beginning This will be the beginning of the beginning of the beginning This will be the beginning, The beginning of the end This will be the end of the end of the end This will be the end of the end of the end This will be the end (This will be the end) Of the beginning This will be the beginning The beginning of the beginning Of the end My friends. LET US COMMECE! All of it, this is recorded history, Smoke and mirrors, here portions and pardons This is probably why can't breathe at the rock Was I here last time; I choked last time I wrote nothing remarkable at all (Nothing remarkable at all.) I love getting lost at the rock Okay, this is the host— This is the host of the show (I think I lost my lunch before.) I was at a show, I never woke up, Okay; This is the host This is the host (This is the host) This is the host. Cue the Nirvana; Curtains go up, I don't want to see the show, I just want to host it. I don't want to get lost no more On the way to the rock Or the store Cause only one train goes there I wanna climb the straits to the top Get lost at the rock, Guess this isn't he host huh This is the lost god, That was a long walk The top of the rock off is a long jump And I'm still in talks how's every morning Someone told me not to ignore you So, this is the host, huh. Someone told me, go hard or go home (Almost time tknkove) Parenthesises, please and—Parenthetical, hypotheticals and paleontology's, Please, I need a mixologist (And anthologist) Please slow down to peace, Mr poltergeist, Please Mr poltergeist The ghost of Mr giest I'm doing a hiest Please, slow down mister poltergeist, Please for the peace Mr. Poltergeist, Or what have you? How old are you, 40. I'm the whole medium and still, Nice to meat you sir. A house made of mediums I hope that shock, And I hop to the rock there's still something in it A pogo stick Or a poltergeist Slow down, poltergeist. Terrible timing, Victoria Beckham and monsuier, Please Mr, I mean it no more— If I'm Mr ooltergieat (A policeman and polgergeist) Please, sir, no jokes. All sandwhich, no buns and pastrmi, And all the God, I'm going cold, I'm going ghost again And a the god, on all the rocks, I'm going old, I'm going cold again; On all the God on all the rocks, I'm going God, I'm going old again Hold on again, mi got a song again? I'm just a serviceman WATCH OUT FOR THE DOORMAN. MORE FUEL. So all the Rockerfeller plazas on all the earths aim alll yhr parallel dimensions can actually communicate with each other RADIO CITY BABBBBBBBYYYYYYY! OH GOD. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE Did you get his dog's name!? I think so. Good. [meniacal rubbing of hands] good. Cue the nirvana. Cue the m— Mitosis. The migos. Nah, I can't catch the flow. There it is. [the flow is a literal] Something medicinal in this meniacal, is this I spy a specscle, monocle— monopoly, Time to go, it's the devil at my left; Time for the fight against darkness, And it all is, Cause this is the ark, Noah This is the arc, God. This is apartheid and apart from that. You're fired. What. You heard me. But—I'm Seth Meyers. That's debatable. I am! I'm Seth Meyers. If you say so. This is nonsense. It's not nonsense. It is nonsense. And it's also impossible; cause this is my show. It's my show, I'M SETH MEYERS. Debatable, Not debatable. I'm ME. THAT'S ME. Debatable. I can't even hear the words, But the bass is so fire, I summon Shazam! …I want a ham sandwhich. Oh good! He's alive. Ham. Sandwhich. What the fuck happened buddy?! Where were you man?! —Zoolander. What. disleylandhamsandwhich. Get him a sandwhich!!!!! YO QUIERO CUBANO. Here's your sandwhich. CUBANO. Remember what you look like Who you are What your place is What you weigh, And Check your status Remember how still started What your mark is And what happened to your wallet; Did you leave the stove on Do you put the show on; Did you miss your mark Your mom was hotter Please remember the circumstances In which you—- [BLACKOUT] After several days gone completely missing, Jimmy Fallon is found under the craft services table sleeping peacefully. The apparatus I entered in with Is not adjusted to this condition The biometrics are non concurrent; {enter the multiverse} I felt tragic. By the time I got back to my apartment, my ribcage was showing again—although I had only been wearing one waist trainer, it was the skimpy one, and it was already wearing, it was after all eight dollars. Really and once and for all, something had come over me at Rockerfeller plaza that I didn't understand. I was more awkward and nervous than usual, and sure that I should have eaten, but couldn't —even after a long gym session, there was no time for food before the show, and I had no stomach for it. I chose to as much as I could ignore the code switching, and the more I picked it up, the further my mind began to drift. —a door slammed. My documents were probably compromised, and my phone hacked which I might have guessed, but continuing the thought I had often wondered how or why anything could have possibly known what I had written, or how—or how anyone would know what I had written, or of the things I had written, and most importantly of all—what did I write?! Most of the previous months' entries into the festival project were a blank, and the time I had spent considerably enough sifting through whatever masked man acting in part of Fallon, whoever he really was had been turbulent, as if I had been disfigured to be brainwashed into half a mind—then, slowly peeking back the layers of such a chaotic artifact of time and this, Seth Meyers, to whom now I had become a loyal fan, an actual fan—and had noticed something ingenuously crafted here. A genuine and talented, very kind and gifted man, who was not in any sense miserable or in peril. Peril, so to speak, as I remembered the almost villainous approach that the decent into madness had accompanied this Fallon and his mask, and besides this was the assumption that Seth Meyers, though professionally trained as such, seemed happy. Fallon did not. We had all learned to craft masks in order to protect our inner selves—however, with such a veil lifted as the partitioned screen of all does, this spoke to me with numerous volumes and sometimes even screamed, with the ethics of no worse a gentleman than some surgeon soldier or sailor and no more a nobleman than a king or god itself; I had not been Shocked and all but murmured even to just the slightest gawk of just an awkward cry, a muster of some shallow disaster which had called me to all of them— to whom I had loved and yet somehow not known, at least being here—and here I was, slightly convulsed, bearing no armor and gripping at the fortitude of death's barriers; On wheels with no bearings plummeted towards a forged death of sorts, by my own hands but also at the hands of others, the forgery calling from the halls of a place I had known as once my own fortress; but was no more. I belonged and now, almost with gratitude, to the eye of all gods, and all things that moved. No cherished nature, perhaps, was this into my own eye, but of disgust for what I had not yet accomplished, and still might never— I was a skull and crossbones with no love, and nothing known at all besides my own. —Tales of a superstar DJ “16 Songs” I got it. What's that. The thing that sets Seth Meyers apart from the other hosts. What is it? Seth Meyers is not a host—he's an anchor. Goddammit, you're right . I know I'm right. GODDAMIT. It just took me this long to figure it out . Great. Now how long's it gonna get you to take this thing fixed. Possibly forever. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

“Seth Meyers And the Cauldron of Doom” OMG— YOU have a cauldron of doom?! I have a cauldron of doom!!! DO NOT SHAKE THIS SNOWGLOBE. I had been avoiding Rockefeller plaza for months as it was, without the sometimes accidental ending up there anyway, and I thought not once but twice or three times about changing into my regular pants so that the deep pockets could hold my keys and passports sans wallet— or a purse and considered taking a notebook as well; on the list of prohibited items were backpacks and large bags, and though the dress code seemed to be null in void at all, I was happy to be able to wear my hat at least— and almost prepared to be dogged out, the last min it e change into my harem pants would probably be the comfortable choice; looking intentionally dressed down as a statement—a broad statement that I wasn't looking to be noticed at all, or trying to be noticed. The guest for the show was nearly an EGOT winner, probably younger, and definitely skinner and more beautiful than I was; a black woman, but a British woman, and it would be almost entirely impossible to think that besides Whoopi Goldberg, an American black woman would strive to win such a thing as an EGOT herself. Still, I was looking for a cure to the writer's block and crippling depression that I had been in, however—knowing who the president of Peacock was, and after the elections at all's though I knew NBC to be left-leaning— I didn't feel at all as if I would ever belong on the stage, and was quite happily taking my place as simply a fan…and audience member, though ready to creep back into obscurity, and probably more likely than not with a pint of Ben and Jerry's after the show. I had gone to see Drew Barrymore sand makeup, and would do the same, but only as a proclamation that I had read Tina Fey's book nearly religiously now rounding three times, and I almost wish I had an oversized black t-shirt which read “hot water heater” to accompany my lax look and blonde hair—a testament to her correctness standing, as the grossities of tinder loved “the blonde”, almost as if, without the hair I would be ugly, and just as much in the same breath, unworthy of such status anyway. But more than anything, I just wanted to be able to write again, at least for my own sake, and certainly not for anyone else's. I was still in hiatus, for the better, and had not completely recovered from the unbearable racism and parallel of doom the election had tossed me into with trajectory—in this world—supposedly “fascist”. I was comfortable enough in the jeans, but had nowhere to put my phone. I was ready to be dogged out and shown what a real a list celebrity looked like, and why I simply wasn't one. I left the house with a sink full of dishes, an unmade bed, and a pile of laundry unfolded—a pile of books in boxes I had collected for my son but would cost too much to send—almost as a testament to his sick I had been since the election. In this world, I was just another poor black fat single mother— a dead beat living in poverty. In trump's world, I was an ugly, poor nothing. Everywhere I had gone about the past week, the rich seemed richer and the poor poorer, the whites whiter and the blacks blacker, good gone and evil fleeting, with the return of the motorcycles and pieces of me dying, simply giving up. I planned my return to the workforce, and the eventual fortitude of my freedom; the wealthy had become more arrogant, and the rest of us more distraught. What was I going to rocketfeller plaza for, anyway? The news. My apartment was disgusting, but at least I had been to the gym—I had run the full mile and lifted and pulled, all with the gym to myself. My harem pants still felt even better, and for the first time in me months I ventured into the world in only one waist trainer. Be prepared to be [lost in a revolving door Be cool to the two dudes in blue suits goddamnit I never know where I'm going in this bitch. I can never breath in this bitch and I don't know why. How do you get lost at the rock? Like this: [Infinitely Lost at Rockafeller Plaza] This is why I avoid this place like the plague. Maybe I'm the plague. First of all, there's no track on the floor upstairs. (I've never been upstairs.) It's just store after store of ways to spend money. This is my only pair of clean socks. No shit, this is the reason practicing your mantras on the train becomes dangerous. DANGEROUS. Somewhere in the frenzy, I remember this. Frequency, however, Not yet partial to my own inner self, and empty in the array of superstardom, I become nothing, Only a spectator of celebrity— And now, suddenly. 8 remember this day Why? Suddenly, now, in the Is moment. Where I always have been, waiting for myself— I avoid Rockerfeller plaza at all costs. Why. I heard a grimlin lives here. Now is the time for Skrillex! I would really love you forever if you didn't. Que the Arc! Oh boy, this writer's block is a doozy. The only reason I had even bothered was because it was as if I had been summoned, as if something had clocked in my sense memory where, all of a sudden, looking at an unrelated picture of some kid on Tinee, with his hands covering his mouth the way that Stefon always did, made me immidiately stop whatever I was doing—probably eating tacos or pancakes, insurmountably out of bounds— and pausing the comedian I was watching instead, just to watch Stefon, and in the way that I remembered it all, it made me laugh. Although now, I knew exactly what he was talking about by the avant-grade and strangely abysmal club scene not just of the time, but of any time in New York City— and, somehow summoning a laugh even in the darkness that had been my own distraught and depression in the previous weeks, something of a belly roll laugh might have triggered something in the alrgorithm to send last minute tickets to my email in almost that exact moment. Are they going to tell me to take off my hat?! There was no dress code, They had better not tell me to take off my motherfucking hat. I won't do it. Fuck Seth Meyers . I'm not taking off my hat for Seth Meyers. Oh yeah. That's why I'm here. I found it hard to say that I was there for such a thing; I— I turned off my peripheral vision and hyperfocus. I didn't know there would be music. Goddammit. I had deleted Shazam filming for I love New York, an all but abandoned project—the writer's block had been too real, and now the real rest had come—would I laugh at anything in show show when in reality I wanted to cry? The way the lights kept going up and down as if it were intermission only slightly distracted from the fact that I had never seen a page in real life. THEY EXIST . I had never seen an actual NBC PAGE. GODDAMMIT GET THIS BLUE SUIT LOAFER WEARING MOTHERFUCKER OUT OF MY PERIPHERAL BEFORE I LOSE IT. Shoot a midget at her. What. Just do it. Don't do that. What Don't put the midget in the cannon. What! Thays's what he's here for! I'm a stunt double! This is a stunt. That's a horrible joke. That's not a joke. SHAZAM. WTF IS THIS. Some top 40 bullshit. Good, get it ( I'm never going to have any other l exposure to top 40, ever in my life. ) Congratulations, you've made the A list What?! NO FAIR. What. What does that mean. It means I can't do shit and mandatory attendance to everything. What is everything “Everythin—g.” Man, fuck this. Alright At this moment, I realize I must be some sort of autistic. Let's get this over with… I let the sound of my own mix blare in my ears to drown out the sound of whatever pop singer was on over the loud speakers; I didn't realize there would be music, and I hoped the flutter was good l. Maybe it was the lights, or whatever, but— SUNNI BLU what in the fuck dimention is this . It's the same dimension, you're just drunk. Ah. Now what? I was as uncomfortable as ever, there was a track on the higher level, but it didn't matter, the cattle call was contained inside of velvet ropes— black ones, unlike the typical red ones, and it was at this point I realized that not only had I never seen actual NBC pages— Yo, their skirts are kinda short… RIGHT. I THOUGHT THE PAGES WERE THE PARAGON OF SANCTITY! No, those are, um… Nvm. Maybe the ugly shoes distract from the shortness of their skirts on the general basis. Oh come on, nobody gives a fuck how ugly your shoes are if your skirt is that short! These are facts, Liz. No, I'm serious what dimention is this. I already told you. I had to ask for directions three times just get here. THIS IS MY LEVEL. why is your level on acid. Cause. This is—just— Where I'm at. CUT TO: Jimmy Fallon after Mardi Gras's. Come on that's not fair! {Enter The Multiverse} What exactly isn't fair?! He's in all the scenes. Well, how else are you going to explain a time traveling helicopter?! Got him. THERES MY INVISIBLE MOTORCYCLE. I'm not going to pa— Goddamn it. I'm not going to p— It actually hurt not to write and just stand there; but I still didn't feel like myself—or sound like myself—or look like myself; I was playing a character, I just didnt know who. As I moved forward in line, the music began to fade away behind me and into the nothingness that was whatever was behind, in front of, and all around me. I hated cattle calls, but after all, I was still just a fan and as the world began to fold into chaos, I realized that my pants were falling off of me, though I had been feeling fat, and walking, and running, and cycling, and protein shaking—the only thing that had gained any extra weight was my ass, which was exactly what I was intending on hiding with my same old usual harems. My blonde hair made it so that I stuck out like a sore thumb, but that didn't matter, I was a walking statement piece and almost in a fit of tears just thinking about my own status; the NBC pages probably all had crazy incredible accolades and numerous degrees and achievements—what was I, if anything at all— ? I had put the candles out, but had I left the stove on? Did I really unplug the nail dryer and leave the stove on? I had almost washed all of the dishes, but stopped just short of right on time to leave; my producer brain was on fire and wanted more pancakes, but however hard I tried I could not find where I had placed my EBT card; probably for the better—celebrities didn't carry EBT cards, and even my awkward general being thrown off by the doorman or security— —whichever I wasn't sure— standing outside of the roller rink— probably ice this time of year, by the looks of the Zamboni in the foreground of it… ‘Don't stop writing, no matter what. ‘ Dammit, dammit dammit— That seems inappropriate. I told you to get this motherfucker out of my peripheral before something— Nevermind, don't write that. [redacted] (But imma remember this shit cause it's heavy.) A remarkable and accidental tableau, My feet flat to the floor, as my ankles bare, This is my only pair of hole-less socks. I feel so much better with my back against the wall and Listening to mau5 and, Not giving a fuck about the music playing Or the people watching But keeping it for later Forgetting how to codeswitch, Just an ever so limited existence Trying not to stick out like a sore thumb in the wrong world It's a long way up, But even longer way down, And in all the demoralizing humiliation and emasculation, I realize I'm no man at all, No man at all I realize I'm no man at all, No man at all, No mana I realized my son's Lego Lamborghini should be waiting for me as I returned to my apartment in Brooklyn probably starting but pretending not to care; I winced at everything— this was a dangerous disaster, to even be in the building at all and edging closer to death were the secrets I kept that were not only secrets, but non existences. Nothing in nothing and nothing— Oh shit, is the suffering done? This is the end of the End of the end It's the Beginning of the end It's the end of the beginning This will be the end Of the end Of the end, This will be the end of the end Of the end Of the end Of the beginning Of the end Of the beginning of the end. This will be the end Of the end Of the end Of the beginning of the beginning Of the end of the end Of the beginning Of the end This will be the end Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the beginning Of the end Of the end Of the end This will be the end Of the beginning of the beginning This will be the beginning of the beginning of the beginning This will be the beginning, The beginning of the end This will be the end of the end of the end This will be the end of the end of the end This will be the end (This will be the end) Of the beginning This will be the beginning The beginning of the beginning Of the end My friends. LET US COMMECE! All of it, this is recorded history, Smoke and mirrors, here portions and pardons This is probably why can't breathe at the rock Was I here last time; I choked last time I wrote nothing remarkable at all (Nothing remarkable at all.) I love getting lost at the rock Okay, this is the host— This is the host of the show (I think I lost my lunch before.) I was at a show, I never woke up, Okay; This is the host This is the host (This is the host) This is the host. Cue the Nirvana; Curtains go up, I don't want to see the show, I just want to host it. I don't want to get lost no more On the way to the rock Or the store Cause only one train goes there I wanna climb the straits to the top Get lost at the rock, Guess this isn't he host huh This is the lost god, That was a long walk The top of the rock off is a long jump And I'm still in talks how's every morning Someone told me not to ignore you So, this is the host, huh. Someone told me, go hard or go home (Almost time tknkove) Parenthesises, please and—Parenthetical, hypotheticals and paleontology's, Please, I need a mixologist (And anthologist) Please slow down to peace, Mr poltergeist, Please Mr poltergeist The ghost of Mr giest I'm doing a hiest Please, slow down mister poltergeist, Please for the peace Mr. Poltergeist, Or what have you? How old are you, 40. I'm the whole medium and still, Nice to meat you sir. A house made of mediums I hope that shock, And I hop to the rock there's still something in it A pogo stick Or a poltergeist Slow down, poltergeist. Terrible timing, Victoria Beckham and monsuier, Please Mr, I mean it no more— If I'm Mr ooltergieat (A policeman and polgergeist) Please, sir, no jokes. All sandwhich, no buns and pastrmi, And all the God, I'm going cold, I'm going ghost again And a the god, on all the rocks, I'm going old, I'm going cold again; On all the God on all the rocks, I'm going God, I'm going old again Hold on again, mi got a song again? I'm just a serviceman WATCH OUT FOR THE DOORMAN. MORE FUEL. So all the Rockerfeller plazas on all the earths aim alll yhr parallel dimensions can actually communicate with each other RADIO CITY BABBBBBBBYYYYYYY! OH GOD. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE Did you get his dog's name!? I think so. Good. [meniacal rubbing of hands] good. Cue the nirvana. Cue the m— Mitosis. The migos. Nah, I can't catch the flow. There it is. [the flow is a literal] Something medicinal in this meniacal, is this I spy a specscle, monocle— monopoly, Time to go, it's the devil at my left; Time for the fight against darkness, And it all is, Cause this is the ark, Noah This is the arc, God. This is apartheid and apart from that. You're fired. What. You heard me. But—I'm Seth Meyers. That's debatable. I am! I'm Seth Meyers. If you say so. This is nonsense. It's not nonsense. It is nonsense. And it's also impossible; cause this is my show. It's my show, I'M SETH MEYERS. Debatable, Not debatable. I'm ME. THAT'S ME. Debatable. I can't even hear the words, But the bass is so fire, I summon Shazam! …I want a ham sandwhich. Oh good! He's alive. Ham. Sandwhich. What the fuck happened buddy?! Where were you man?! —Zoolander. What. disleylandhamsandwhich. Get him a sandwhich!!!!! YO QUIERO CUBANO. Here's your sandwhich. CUBANO. Remember what you look like Who you are What your place is What you weigh, And Check your status Remember how still started What your mark is And what happened to your wallet; Did you leave the stove on Do you put the show on; Did you miss your mark Your mom was hotter Please remember the circumstances In which you—- [BLACKOUT] After several days gone completely missing, Jimmy Fallon is found under the craft services table sleeping peacefully. The apparatus I entered in with Is not adjusted to this condition The biometrics are non concurrent; {enter the multiverse} I felt tragic. By the time I got back to my apartment, my ribcage was showing again—although I had only been wearing one waist trainer, it was the skimpy one, and it was already wearing, it was after all eight dollars. Really and once and for all, something had come over me at Rockerfeller plaza that I didn't understand. I was more awkward and nervous than usual, and sure that I should have eaten, but couldn't —even after a long gym session, there was no time for food before the show, and I had no stomach for it. I chose to as much as I could ignore the code switching, and the more I picked it up, the further my mind began to drift. —a door slammed. My documents were probably compromised, and my phone hacked which I might have guessed, but continuing the thought I had often wondered how or why anything could have possibly known what I had written, or how—or how anyone would know what I had written, or of the things I had written, and most importantly of all—what did I write?! Most of the previous months' entries into the festival project were a blank, and the time I had spent considerably enough sifting through whatever masked man acting in part of Fallon, whoever he really was had been turbulent, as if I had been disfigured to be brainwashed into half a mind—then, slowly peeking back the layers of such a chaotic artifact of time and this, Seth Meyers, to whom now I had become a loyal fan, an actual fan—and had noticed something ingenuously crafted here. A genuine and talented, very kind and gifted man, who was not in any sense miserable or in peril. Peril, so to speak, as I remembered the almost villainous approach that the decent into madness had accompanied this Fallon and his mask, and besides this was the assumption that Seth Meyers, though professionally trained as such, seemed happy. Fallon did not. We had all learned to craft masks in order to protect our inner selves—however, with such a veil lifted as the partitioned screen of all does, this spoke to me with numerous volumes and sometimes even screamed, with the ethics of no worse a gentleman than some surgeon soldier or sailor and no more a nobleman than a king or god itself; I had not been Shocked and all but murmured even to just the slightest gawk of just an awkward cry, a muster of some shallow disaster which had called me to all of them— to whom I had loved and yet somehow not known, at least being here—and here I was, slightly convulsed, bearing no armor and gripping at the fortitude of death's barriers; On wheels with no bearings plummeted towards a forged death of sorts, by my own hands but also at the hands of others, the forgery calling from the halls of a place I had known as once my own fortress; but was no more. I belonged and now, almost with gratitude, to the eye of all gods, and all things that moved. No cherished nature, perhaps, was this into my own eye, but of disgust for what I had not yet accomplished, and still might never— I was a skull and crossbones with no love, and nothing known at all besides my own. —Tales of a superstar DJ “16 Songs” I got it. What's that. The thing that sets Seth Meyers apart from the other hosts. What is it? Seth Meyers is not a host—he's an anchor. Goddammit, you're right . I know I'm right. GODDAMIT. It just took me this long to figure it out . Great. Now how long's it gonna get you to take this thing fixed. Possibly forever. Entaer The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

Imani Ellis is the founder and CEO of The Creative Collective and CultureCon. Imani studied communications in college and soon after began her career as an NBC Page at 30 Rockefeller Plaza in New York City. After just two months, she was plucked from the program for a job in communications at Bravo. She spent the next few years at NBCUniversal, rising through the ranks, but she craved a more authentic connection and collaboration. In 2016, she founded The Creative Collective from her living room. What started as a weekly gathering for Black and Brown creatives quickly outgrew her apartment, as Imani realized there was a real need for these spaces. In 2017, she created CultureCon, a conference that brought together Black and Brown voices to collaborate and celebrate each other. Over the next few years, she scaled CultureCon considerably by moving to larger venues; inviting guests such as Tracee Ellis Ross and Regina King; and working with brands like Target, Google, HBO, and Netflix. In 2022, she left NBCUniversal, where she'd risen to VP of communications, unscripted entertainment publicity, to pursue her projects full-time. This year's CultureCon, presented in partnership with Max, wrapped up just this past weekend.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Deadair Dennis welcomes the hilarious Janelle Draper to the show. A bicostal comedian with roots in Boston and a career launch in LA, Janelle spills the beans on her time as an NBC Page on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno. From behind-the-scenes secrets to the origins of this iconic program, this episode is a must-listen for fans of comedy and late-night television.

Bari Alyse recounts her journey from an NBC page to hosting her own successful podcast, sharing unforgettable stories from her time at Saturday Night Live and the David Letterman Show. She reveals the wild and unexpected moments behind the scenes of daytime talk shows like Montel Williams and Carnie Wilson, and offers insights into working with Al Franken on Lateline and Kenan Ivory Wayans. With humor and candor, Bari discusses the creation of the Community News Podcast and the inspiration behind its quirky small-town setting.   Show Highlights: Introduction to Bari Alyse: Bari shares her journey from being an NBC page to hosting her own podcast. She recalls the challenges and highlights of working behind the scenes in some of television's most iconic shows. Adventures as an NBC Page: Bari dives into her time as a page at Saturday Night Live and the David Letterman Show, including hilarious and unexpected encounters with celebrities and the rigorous process of becoming a page. Crazy Experiences in Daytime TV: From Montel Williams to Carnie Wilson, Bari recounts the wild and unpredictable nature of working on daytime talk shows. She shares jaw-dropping stories, including a guest demanding her shoes and another making inappropriate advances. Insights on Late-Night TV: Bari reflects on her time working with Al Franken on Lateline and her role in the Keenen Ivory Wayans Show. She discusses the unique dynamics of late-night television and her contributions to the shows. Launching the Community News Podcast: Learn how Bari and her co-host Paul created their humorous and relatable podcast set in a fictional small town. Bari explains the inspiration behind the podcast and its growing popularity.   You're going to love my conversation with Bari Alyse Community News Podcast Follow Jeff Dwoskin (host): Jeff Dwoskin on Twitter The Jeff Dwoskin Show podcast on Twitter Podcast website Podcast on Instagram Join my mailing list Subscribe to my Youtube channel (watch Crossing the Streams!) Yes, the show used to be called Live from Detroit: The Jeff Dwoskin Show Ways to support the show: Buy me a coffee (support the show) TeePublic Store: Classic Conversations merch and more! Love the books I talk about on the show? Here is my Amazon store to shop.    

I was curious where OpenlyGray.com was going when I saw a social media post about it from a business gal pal.  Was it a site for older people with Gray Hair?  Nope! I ‘got it' and smiled. It's way cooler than that! It's a movement. It's an attitude adjustment about aging! Lord knows we need one. Thanks to the longevity revolution we are in a unique time and place in history. Until now many in their 50's 60's, 70's, and beyond believed it was time to stop. That isn't the thinking of older adults today at all! I Invited Lee St. James and gal pal Brooke Stachyra of Openly Gray, to join my show to share their purpose with Openly Gray and their big disruptive plan!  Lee St. James is the Co-Founder /Creative Director of Openly Gray Lee is a Cannes award-winning, multidisciplinary CD who has led major brand content development for over 20 years. From strategy to conception through execution Lee believes in partnering cross-functionally to build consensus and ensure projects meet all milestones, deadlines, budget, and business results requirements. Accustomed to fast-paced and start-up environments. He is constantly onboarding new technologies and innovative processes while ensuring compliance with corporate and client standards.  Brooke Stachyra handles Partner/Client Success for Openly Gray Brooke is a social media consumer specialist. Proud former NBC Page, longtime (recovering) journalist-writer, and storyteller with a million tales! NBC News, Time Inc/People Magazine veteran. Former content creator for Church and Dwight brands Arm & Hammer, OxiClean, and Trojan. Social media contributor for the American Cancer Society and CUNY. Grown X woman, lover of all things 80s. Name that tune champion! Foodie and travel enthusiast, bougie barganista, and expert in anything about Bravo's Real Housewives.   They are on a Mission to Loudly Call Attention To These Facts:    The Gray Market has $8,000,000,000,000 (that's trillion) waiting to be seen   For the next 30 years, 10,000+ people will turn 65. Every. Single. Day.   In our conversation Lee said, “When you turn 50, this is something that we observed years ago. We being the royal we, we observed years ago that you turn 50 and all of a sudden you become invisible. You become invisible to the opposite sex. You become invisible to your friends, sometimes even your family, but definitely to the marketing world. Marketers are taught from day one that you go after the 17 to, say, 45. Sometimes people switch it to 17- to 54-year-old market, but then after that, you stop. “ “Well, times have changed, and as you mentioned, there's $8 trillion in assets at play that are controlled by what we call the gray market, which is 50-plus. To put that in context, we saw a great little snippet about if you put this in context, this would be if the gray market in the U.S. was a country. It would be the third largest GDP in the world.” “There's so much more to this audience and that's why we are Openly Gray. And there are two sides of the organization. One is called OpenlyGray.com. We are marketers. That's our goal. We want to get clients to start recognizing this audience and not leave all that money on the table.” “On the other side of the coin though, we're advocates. So openlygrey.org is an advocacy organization, anti-ageism, pro-helping people grow older and grow into the next phases of life. And even there's an offshoot called Cozy Homes Community where we're trying to help build communities for 50 plus folks.”   It's a big mission for Openly Gray who feels their biggest hurdle is to get relatively young brand managers and clients who are still in their 30s and maybe 45 to recognize that this is an audience that they are missing out on.   Brooke said,  “It's unfortunate, but what Lee is saying is absolutely true, that you have the people that are in the power that are making the decisions that are creating the content aren't seeing us. We are invisible and we have to make them see the dollar sign. There is expendable income. There's money.”   I'm personally passionate about encouraging people to transform how they think, feel and act, to embrace and enjoy and celebrate whatever stage of life they're at.    And like the folks at Openly Gray says, it doesn't matter how much hair you have on your head or what color it is or whether you have any of it all, it's the mindset and the attitude!   Enjoy learning more about Openly Gray and their growing movement that's not stopping anytime soon in this podcast of our live conversation on The Debbie Nigro Show.

Rabia and Ellyn are joined by Daryn Carp, host of the podcast "Shaken and Disturbed" and aspiring game show host, to discuss her journey from NBC Page to running Bravo productions with the likes of Andy Cohen. They then delve into the mysterious case of Mitrice Richardson, a 24-year-old Fullerton, CA college graduate who vanished after being released from a Calabasas jail in the middle of the night without her phone, money, or keys. Nearly a year later, her remains were found in Malibu Canyon amid police mishandling and a trail of suspicious actions. Why did they wait so long to search for her? Why wasn't her death ruled a homicide? Fourteen years later, her case remains unresolved. Join us as we unravel this tragic, unsolved mystery. @rabiasquared2 and @ellynmarsh. Check out their Patreon page for exclusive bonus content for Rabia and Ellyn Solve the Case at https://www.patreon.com/rabiaandellyn! And do not forget to subscribe to our YouTube channel for more Solve the Case, https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCA8XyM5mAldu9zswyj5zcLQ Thanks to our sponsors: Lume = Control Body Odor ANYWHERE with @lumedeodorant and get 15% off with promo code Solvethecase at LumeDeodorant.com ! #lumepod Shopify = Sign up for a one-dollar-per-month trial period at SHOPIFY.COM/solvethecase Rocket Money = Stop wasting money on things you don't use. Cancel your unwanted subscriptions by going to RocketMoney.com/SOLVETHECASE .

Send us a Text Message.Before landing her dream job as the Writer and Showrunner of Kevin Can F**k Himself, Valerie was taking on different assistant jobs to pay the rent. From being an assistant to the owner of a Pistachio farm, an NBC Page, and eventually a writing assistant on "Masters of Sex", Valerie was slowly catapulted into the opportunity that would elevate her onto Producing her own original series. We talked with her about the highs and lows of making it as a writer, the process of working within a writing department, as well as what working in the writer's room is like. 

Join us for an inspiring conversation with Shelley Herman, an EMMY-nominated writer, as she shares insights into her remarkable career journey and discusses her captivating book. Shelley shared her experiences in the television industry, from scripting compelling narratives to her Emmy recognition. Discover the creative process behind her book, exploring its themes and characters. Don't miss this engaging discussion with a talented storyteller!

The Gong Show was a spicy blend of talent, shock and zany, sprinkled heavily with the special sauce that was Producer/Host Chuck Barris. 70s TV was all about The Gong Gang and Game Show Guru Adam Nedeff's newest offering, Gong This Book chronicles the weirdly hypnotic cultural touchstone that was The Gong Show.Adam joins us with returning guest, author and Game Show Writer Shelley Herman. She appeared on The Gong Show and The Dating Game and her book is called My Peacock Tale: Secrets of an NBC Page. Together, we're celebrating game show history and delving deeply into The Gong Show, The Newlywed Game and The Dating Game. We take a look at Adam's all-time favorite hosts, Bill Cullen, Dennis James, Alan Ludden, Gene Rayburn, Dick Clark and Ryan Seacrest. Adam shares The Gong Show's origin story which includes original hosts Gary Owens and John Barbour before the NBC head of daytime let Chuck Barris know that he was the only person who could host such a specifically strange show. He did and it worked, but it consumed him.Was Chuck Barris really a CIA spy???! We CAN tell you without having to kill you. Did The Gong show usher in the phenomenon that would become reality TV? Probably. What happened on those Dating Game dates!? Shelley is telling all. Fritz almost hosted two game shows but his tenacious weather job kept pulling him back in and Weezy's very first Hollywood show biz experience was her appearance on the game show, Face The Music!Adam and Shelley also discuss the fascinating intricacies of game show question writing and researching. And, they share the heartwarming story of Adam's book about Alan Ludden appearing dog eared and well loved in the very last photo taken of Betty White. Adam is now the proud owner of Betty's copy of his book.And in recommendations, Fritz has been loving Palm Royale on Apple Plus and Weezy went book to screen with We Were The Lucky Ones by Georgia Hunter. It is now a series on Hulu.Path Points of Interest:Adam Nedeff Amazon Author PageGong This Book by Adam NedeffBooks by Adam NedeffThe Gong Show PlaylistAdam Nedeff on FacebookAdam Nedeff on YoutubeAdam Nedeff on InstagramAdam Gives Conan Tour of Madame Tussaud'sAdam's Bill Cullen websiteShelley HermanMy Peacock Tale by Shelley HermanShelley Herman on FacebookShelley Herman on InstagramQuiz Show ExpoPalm Royale on Apple PlusWe Were The Lucky Ones by Georgia HunterWe Were The Lucky Ones on HuluGeorgia Hunter's Blog

Phil and Ted welcome Shelley Herman, author of her tell-all book, My Peacock Tale: Secrets Of An NBC Page. “I'm not ashamed of anything,” says Shelley, which is a good thing having come of age in the 1970s. Shelley talks about her experiences as a young 20-something working at NBC's Burbank TV studios in the heyday of network television, which included sex, drugs and rock'n'roll -and rubbing shoulders (plus a lot more) with show business royalty.

Our Media Path takes us to the influential and iconic 70s when Paul McCartney & Wings flew over Europe, The UK, and The World, lifted by the guitar mastery of Laurence Juber and when studio pages roamed the NBC hallways, collecting memorable celebrity encounters and handing gift cards to Johnny Carson.Former page, Shelley Herman is an Emmy-Nominated TV writer who has penned a delicious tell-all about her page years called, My Peacock Tale: Secrets of An NBC Page. It's stuffed with dishy stories about Robin Williams, Andy Kaufman, Ringo Starr, Johnny Cash, Jimmy Stewart, Harry Chapin, and Lucille Ball. As a page, Shelley pulled from her arsenal of wit, charm, courage and grit to navigate moody celebs, exacting execs and the occasional #MeToo, brutish assault. All in a polyester skirt and close toed shoes. Her book will enrich, amuse and inspire you!Then Laurence and Hope Juber fill our studio with their love for each other and for their talented daughters, Ilsey and Nico Juber. Their “How We Met” story is a bright light of fate, destiny, spiritual intervention and Beatles! Your jaw will plummet. Stretch first. The Jubers are a show biz dynasty. Hope's dad, Sherwood Schwartz is the celebrated mind behind Gilligan's Island and The Brady Bunch. She played Greg Brady's girlfriend, she heads up a band called The Nasty Housewives, and she produced Laurence's latest album, recorded at Abbey Road Studios, A Day In My Life.Laurence is a Grammy winning guitarist, recording artist, composer and arranger. AND, he was Fritz's bandleader on his late night comedy show, It's Fritz. So, these two are diving into some catching up.  And then, Laurence serenades us with a little Blackbird.Also, Fritz and Weezy are recommending Frontline's The Harvest: Integrating Mississippi's Schools on PBS and Feud: Capote VS. The Swans, available on several platforms, including Hulu, and YouTube.Path Points of Interest:Laurence Juber Laurence Juber on SpotifyA Day in My Life  (Recorded at Abbey Road)A Day In My Life VinylThe Evolution of Fingerstyle Guitar by Laurence JuberGuitar With Wings by Laurence JuberLaurence Juber on FacebookLaurence Juber on InstagramHope JuberIlsey JuberNico JuberShelley HermanMy Peacock Tale by Shelley HermanShelley Herman on FacebookShelley Herman on InstagramAmerican Experience - The Harvest: Integrating Mississippi's SchoolsFeud: Capote VS. The Swans

On this episode of Not Cool, we sit down with comedian and writer, Ali Kolbert. We talk about relationships; the old and the new, proving that confidence is the way to cool, following your passion and so much more! Below you'll find a mini bio of Ali's work. Enjoy and stay not cool! After graduating NYU Tisch, Ali Kolbert landed a job as an NBC Page at 30 Rock--where she worked on shows such as Saturday Night Live, The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon, and Late Night with Seth Meyers. In 2017, Ali made her television debut in that very building, on The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon. Since then, Ali has appeared on The Today Show with Kathie Lee and Hoda, countless episodes of Tru TV's Comedy Knockout. NBC's Bring The Funny, and later made her sophomore stand up performance on A Little Late with Lily Singh. Ali has been featured in Variety Magazine, profiled in Forbes Under 30, and named one of New York's Funniest. In 2021, Ali starred as a lead on Tru TV's half hour comedy, Top Secret Videos, alongside Ron Funches and Brian Posehn. Most recently, Ali returned to perform her clever and provocative stand-up on The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon and was named one of Just For Laugh's 2022 New Faces. In addition to performing stand-up comedy nightly, Ali has a combined social media following of over 300k and hosts her hit podcast, Breaking Down with Ali Kolbert, after inking an exlusive deal with Spotify. Not Cool Podcast instagram: @notcoolpod Sarah Rose Hyland instagram: @sarahhylandrosenstein For all your Not Cool Podcast needs & Merch! Not Cool Podcast website: www.NotCoolPod.com For all your Not Cool Podcast needs & Merch! Not Cool Podcast website: www.NotCoolPod.com

On today's show, we have a television writer who has written My Peacock Tale: Secrets of an NBC Page. Here she is, Shelley Herman. Plus, the usual news from Fun Ideas Productions.

Mark McEwen was the weatherman on CBS's Morning News Show in the late 1990s and 2000s.  Tom referenced Mark McEwen in his first “big” comedy show, an NBC Page Talent Show hosted by NBC's Today Show weatherman Al Roker. Tom has always been curious about Mark McEwen as he was a television fixture and his name was mentioned in a crucial moment of Tom's career.  Tom learns about how Mark got to CBS and how he has handled life after a massive stroke.  They also talk about how a stand up comedy show at Bonkerz Comedy Club in Orlando was a moment for both of them to “get back to the fun” in 2024. Marks' Website: Mark's Blog:  

Shelley Herman is an Emmy-nominated writer, actress, and host whose career began as an NBC Page in Burbank, CA. Shelley's written over 1000 hours of television, contributed to numerous books for Dove/Phoenix Books, starred in the TV series Off the Wall and Night Rap, and co-hosted ESPN's Battle of The Monster Trucks and Mud Bog Spectacular. In addition, Shelley has guest-starred on numerous TV shows and hosted eight infomercials and national talk radio programs.She's perhaps best known for her work on the game shows Supermarket Sweep, Liar's Club, Love Connection, Breakaway, Outdoor Outtakes, Trivia Unwrapped, Balderdash, Show Me the Money, and The Million Second Quiz. Shelley was twice a contestant on The Dating Game. And in 1985, for her work on Breakaway, she was nominated for a Daytime Emmy Award for Outstanding Special Class Writing. Shelley's autobiographical memoir, My Peacock Tale: Secrets Of An NBC Page, details her time at NBC in the 1970s where, as a Page, she worked on several variety shows, talk shows, and game shows such as The Tonight Show, The Gong Show, The Midnight Special, Hollywood Squares, Password, Sanford and Son, and Chico and the Man. 

There are some of our episodes where the recordings just fly by! And this was one of them.On this edition of Big Conversations, Little Bar, Patrick Evans and Randy Florence welcome former NBC Page and Emmy-nominated writer, Shelley Herman.Back in the golden days at NBC when Johnny Carson ruled the network, Shelley was an NBC Page which landed her in the Tonight Show studio listening to entertainment history. We say “listening” because she spent the majority of her time with her back to the stage.The NBC Page program (think Kenneth on 30 Rock) was basically a management training program at the network. Eventually, Shelley was writing successfully for the peacock. There's some great stories about her time with Peter Marshall and the Hollywood Squares. And you can hear Randy's mind get blown as Shelly shares the secret about the frozen turkeys in the game show Supermarket Sweep. (spoiler alert….they weren't real).There's also some stories about some of less “savory” characters Shelly and other Pages had to deal with. Bill Cosby was an issue already being addressed at NBC during Shelley's time there. If you're a TV fan and love the inside stories, this is the episode for you!Recorded in the Center of the Coachella Valley Universe, Skip Paige's Little Bar. Hear us on your favorite podcast streaming site!

On this week's episode of "A Page in History," hear about WNBC's iconic holiday tradition, the talent and employee Sing-Along, plus a lot more!  Our paths first crossed in a different lifetime; we'll discuss this trailblazing experience!  He embarked on his journey as an NBC Page on the East Coast in 1989, marking the beginning of a long and fascinating career! His anecdotes are not only priceless but also timely! Get ready to hear his entertaining tale involving Chevy Chase, and rest assured; it doesn't include falling off a stage; it's a real pisser! Discover how Sam Kinison extended more than just a late-night snack during our guest's stint at the 15th Anniversary celebration of Saturday Night Live! His sense of style was perpetually ahead of the curve, and you won't believe what he did with his polyester uniform! You'll hear how he strutted down "FIFTH AVENUE," always looking impeccable. Get ready as he shares stories about one of my absolute favorite individuals—an iconic television industry veteran! He was the undisputed holder of the singing crown, and if you've tuned into WNBC during the holidays, you know there's one cherished tradition that New Yorkers and employees eagerly await. Our next guest was the pied piper; you'll hear how he managed everyone to play-a-long! He had the prestigious role of playing the bouncer at the legendary Saturday Night Live after-parties! And indulging in Sunday Morning Football is a treat, but our next guest took it to the next level with his mini gambling haven nestled in the heart of 30 Rock! I'll bet you're going to love this story! Also, our next guest IS NOT THE FATHER, but he could be an uncle! Tune in to discover how crossing paths with Maury Povich was life-changing! He'll also share heartfelt memories of a dear friend who left this world too soon. However, after you hear the tales about this friend, there's no doubt he's up there looking down, enjoying a good laugh. Never underestimate NBC security—they've earned their stripes, and their stories pack a punch. Get ready to hear why you should never mess around with the force that is NBC security! He's set to offer a toast to Matt Lauer before the infamous scandal unfolded; hear his unique perspective. In the 90s, crime families held a firm grip on the city, but one man sought to tell their stories for WNBC News. Remarkably, this individual ascended to become the Deputy Commissioner of Intelligence and Counterterrorism for the NYPD and, before that, he worked for the FBI and ABC News. Our next guest will reveal how his friendship with this man played a transformative role in his life. And if that wasn't enough, you'll hear a tale of how both chased the elusive Zodiac killer! Please tune in to discover the wild story of how he found himself on the receiving end of a memorable beatdown during the taping of Donahue! He boasts an impressive resume as an Executive Producer, Producer, and Writer, contributing his talents to renowned projects such as Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan, Training Day, Agent X, the TV series Numbers, Arrest & Trial, and even clinching an Academy Award for the impactful film Twin Towers! Don't miss this exciting episode of "A Page in History," featuring Mr. Rob Port! 

Author of "My Peacock Tale: Secrets Of An NBC Page," Shelley Herman is an Emmy-nominated writer whose career began as an NBC Page in Burbank, CA.   We discuss her writing process, her time as an NBC Page, the friends she made a long away, some scandals, sex, how the business has changed, her trajectory into television writing, and who we've both admired and come to know and love in show business. enjoy!   Her Book: https://www.amazon.com/My-Peacock-Tale-Secrets-Page/dp/B0C2S7VKPZ/?_encoding=UTF8&pd_rd_w=QAUmJ&content-id=amzn1.sym.cf86ec3a-68a6-43e9-8115-04171136930a&pf_rd_p=cf86ec3a-68a6-43e9-8115-04171136930a&pf_rd_r=142-5922623-8442305&pd_rd_wg=sK6n7&pd_rd_r=e8fad43a-91c4-4e91-96cf-673e0e588410&ref_=aufs_ap_sc_dsk

Get ready to dive deep into a captivating episode of "A Page in History" that will transport you to the vibrant world of NBC in the late '80s.  Ever wondered what it's like to be the barrier between David Letterman and a TV studio? Our guest not only had to stop the late-night legend from crashing the Live at 5 set but also witnessed a surprising turn of events that left everyone shocked. And it involved cake and ice cream!  From a life-changing assignment in DC to moonlighting as a roadie on Saturday Night Live, our guest's journey is a mosaic of unforgettable experiences.  Imagine rubbing shoulders with David Johanson and other legends at Madison Square Garden—it's not a dream; it's just another day in the life of an NBC Page. But the excitement doesn't end there. Picture this: a snapshot with NBC President Jack Welch and a heartwarming tale of camaraderie with talk show host Phil Donahue.  And our guest spills the foot-stomping story that made him so happy when he received his official NBC Page uniform!  For all you 30 Rock enthusiasts, get ready for a backstage pass as our guest shares how NBC Pages like himself roamed free, exploring the studios, and all their tape machines, cameras, and lighting equipment. His friendship with a Lighting Supervisor even led to an education that rivals the best film schools! But that's not all—he was able to tell Mr. Schwarzenegger, SHE'LL BE BACK! It's not a made-up story!   He worked with the legendary Don Pardo, who he tracked to produce a voice-over for NBC stations nationwide.  From CNBC to the BBC, his journey is a whirlwind of fascinating tales that will leave you hanging on every word. So buckle up and stay tuned for an enthralling conversation with Mr. Benjamin Hoffman!

Today Al chats with Author, SHELLEY HERMAN, an Emmy-nominated show-biz veteran, a longtime host, writer, producer and personality with decades of success on both sides of the camera. Now, she's taking us back to the beginning of her career – when she joined the famous NBC Studio Page program. My Peacock Tale: Secrets Of An NBC Page is the story of Herman, her fellow pages who became lifelong friends, and the dizzying array of celebrities, hangers-on, has-beens, and legends that found their way through the halls of NBC Burbank in the mid-late 1970s. Tune in to hear some fun conversation about legends and more.. https://mypeacocktale.com/ https://www.instagram.com/mypeacocktale/ https://twitter.com/MyPeacockTale Episode 354 in an unlimited series! Host: Al Mega Follow on: Twitter | Instagram | Facebook): @TheRealAlMega / @ComicCrusaders Make sure to Like/Share/Subscribe if you haven't yet: https://www.youtube.com/c/comiccrusadersworld Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/comiccrusaders Visit the official Comic Crusaders Comic Book Shop: comiccrusaders.shop Visit the OFFICIAL Comic Crusaders Swag Shop at: comiccrusaders.us Main Site: https://www.comiccrusaders.com/​​​​ Sister Site: http://www.undercovercapes.com​​​​ Pick up official Undercover Capes Podcast Network merchandise exclusively on RedBubble.com: bit.ly/UCPNMerch

As a writer, producer, actor/performer, and TV personality, I love all things nostalgic, particularly having to do with classic television programming.I began my career in the 1980s as an NBC Page at the network's facility in Burbank, CA. I went on to bit roles on daytime soaps like General Hospital, and The Bold and the Beautiful, as well as nighttime fare like Highway to Heaven, and The Golden Girls. For a time, I was a stand-in dancer on TV's music-variety series, Solid Gold, and acted and sang in clubs along the Sunset Strip.By the early '90s, I switched gears to writing, with the publication of my book, The Bewitched Book, about the classic 1960s TV series. From there, I published other classic TV literary companions and began producing and appearing on classic TV documentaries for Bravo, A&E, TLC, and most recently the Reelz Channel. I also consulted on and appeared in a number of DVD and Blu-ray packages of classic TV shows for Sony, and Warner Bros.In 2013, I established the Classic TV Preservation Society (CTVPS), a formal 501(c)3 nonprofit organization that celebrates and advocates for the positive social effect of classic TV shows (which I am in the process of rebooting).In 2019, I hosted, co-created, and co-executive-produced my own TV talk show, Then Again with Herbie J Pilato, which began streaming on Shout! TV and Amazon Prime. In early 2023, I published Retro Active Television: An In-Depth Perspective of Classic TV's Social Circuitry, which explores the positive impact of classic TV. The Los Angeles Book Festival recently named Retro “Book of the Year,” and subsequently, myself, “Author of the Year.” With a Foreword by actor Eric Scott, of The Waltons, Retro Active Television has received additional high praise, including endorsements from those like Marc Wade of the Television Academy, and Emmys.com.

In this episode, meet Jae Requirio, VP of Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion at AEG. After studying social business at UCLA, Jae started her career as an NBC Page, a unique experience that would later lay the foundation for her career in diversity and inclusion. Jae's career path then led her to Toyota, where she combined her marketing expertise with diversity and inclusion work to pioneer diversity practices when it was a rarity in corporate culture. Today, Jae works diligently at AEG to infuse diversity and inclusion into the company's DNA, creating opportunities, representation, and access within the workforce and the marketplace. Don't miss Jae's insightful advice to fellow Asian professionals, emphasizing the importance of self-recognition, value demonstration, and seizing opportunities rather than waiting for recognition. E-mail Us:  asiansinadvertising@gmail.com Shop: asiansinadvertising.com/shop Learn More: asiansinadvertising.com --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/asiansinadvertising/support

Are you fascinated with juicy stories about Hollywood, the stars and what goes on behind the scenes? If so, this show is for you! Our guest, Shelley Herman, is an Emmy-nominated showbiz veteran, a longtime host, writer, producer, and on-screen personality with decades of success on both sides of the camera.  Now, she's giving us an insider's glimpse at the beginning of her career – when she joined the famous NBC Studio Page program.   Her memoir is entitled, My Peacock Tale: Secrets Of An NBC Page, and is the story of Shelley, her fellow pages and the delightful array of celebrities, has-beens, and Hollywood legends whom she encountered in the halls of the NBC Burbank studios back in the mid-late 1970s. If you, like me, are drawn to stories of Hollywood stars and their behind-the-scenes escapades, you'll want to make sure you catch this show!

We welcome writer, producer, and author Shelley Herman this week to discuss her new book, My Peacock Tale: Secrets Of An NBC Page! Shelley talks about how she became an NBC Page, what inspired her to write her experiences into a book, getting to see Elvis live, her incredible encounters with John Travolta, Robin Williams, Paul McCartney, her thoughts on how television has evolved, and so much more! More than a memoir, My Peacock Tale is a playful mix of "Sex and the City" and "Mad Men" – set against the backdrop of Hollywood (and beautiful downtown Burbank!) in the 1970s. It's not just about the stories and memories of Herman's own time as a 20-something NBC Studios Page in Burbank - handed "the keys to the kingdom" and assigned gatekeeper to showbiz royalty. It's also about the lifelong friendships she formed with fellow Pages, whose own wild and crazy formative experiences are also tastefully recounted and unabashedly celebrated.  This is a great conversation with a great guest that you don't want to miss. Go to MyPeacockTale.com to find out more and get your copy! @OfficialShelleyHerman @MyPeacockTale CannedAirPodcast.com Twitter: @CannedAirPod Instagram: @Canned_Air If you'd like to show your support, you can either visit our Patreon page at Patreon.com/CannedAirPod or you can leave us a review on iTunes! Thanks for listening! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This guest embarked on his media journey as an NBC Page in the early 80s and has remained deeply entrenched in the industry ever since. His Page career has been peppered with riveting tales that are sure to captivate you. For example, we'll dive into the electrifying moment when Andy Kaufman made a surreal appearance on David Letterman's show, only to have wrestling legend Jerry Lawler wipe the grin right off Andy's face. Brace yourselves for an insider's account of that unforgettable studio encounter from the very person who witnessed it all unfold! And hear how legendary comedian and actor Milton Berle once hatched a plan to make a surprise appearance on David Letterman's live show, but our forthcoming guest had to play the role of gatekeeper. Tune in to discover how Uncle Milty handled the disappointing news and the intriguing backstory behind this unforgettable moment! And he's home, our next guest had the incredible opportunity to meet the iconic Desi Arnaz, all thanks to the encouragement of the unmistakable voice of Don Pardo. But the burning question is, was Lucy just around the corner? And did you know that the bold and uproarious female comedian, actress, and host Joan Rivers had a hidden talent—it's downing shots! Stay tuned to learn about our guest's memorable Tequila shot experience with the self-deprecating trailblazer of comedy. And just in case you weren't aware, talk shows like Late Night With David Letterman are typically recorded "live to tape." This means that they record the show earlier in the day but execute it as if it were being broadcast to you in real-time. They usually don't pause or redo a joke or segment, except for that one memorable occasion when our guest was right there to witness what unfolded when David Letterman was left utterly stunned, prompting an unprecedented interruption of the show! And, do you have a belief in magic? The mystical Magician Doug Henning certainly does, and he also believes in our next guest's extraordinary ability to prevent overzealous individuals from storming the stage. Brace yourselves for a truly bizarre and astonishing tale that you won't believe! And while NBC Pages are primarily tasked with giving tours, you'd be surprised to learn about the unique assignment our guest was handed, which ultimately led to the potential of an abundance of Bacardi Rum. Tune in to hear this fascinating story! And speaking of alcoholic preferences, you'll discover the intriguing tale of how legendary radio personalities Howard Stern and Don Imus developed a penchant for Dewar's White Label Scotch. Then, we'll delve into the contrasting ways some celebrities conduct themselves in public. We're putting old school against new school – it's a showdown between Bob Hope and Sylvester Stallone. Who will shine like a true star in this comparison? Plus, you'll hear his experience with NBC News man Tom Brokaw and many other fun stories, including his exciting life as a TV News reporter, where he currently works at Fox 5 in Washington, DC.  Please enjoy this engaging and interesting conversation with Bob Barnard!

MasterMind Minutes One Guest, One Question, One Expert Answer in Minutes Not Hours Today's special guest is Elyse Lupin. With over 20 years of marketing experience, Elyse is a true expert in franchise marketing. Her expertise also extends to marketing strategy, digital marketing, branding, and brand strategy. Elyse has had the privilege of working at renowned brands such as Comcast, The Walt Disney Company, NBC, and New Balance Athletic Shoe, which has given her a broad marketing background. Elyse's journey began at The Pennsylvania State University in University Park, where she laid the foundations for her career by earning a Bachelor of Science in Marketing. After graduation, she worked in NYC as an NBC Page. In 2007, Elyse decided to further enhance her knowledge and skills by pursuing an MBA at Boston University. After completing her MBA, Elyse returned to Philadelphia and joined Comcast Corporation. She initially worked within the product marketing group, focusing on go-to-market strategy. Later, she transitioned to the direct marketing group, where she worked on campaign testing and strategies for email acquisition, direct mail, and retention marketing. In 2015, Elyse took a leap of faith and founded her own marketing agency, Elysium Marketing Group. Specializing in Food and Franchise marketing, Elysium has achieved great success in lead generation for franchise brands like Yogurtland, Bonchon, and Ducklings Early Learning Center. Elyse's expertise in digital marketing and branding has been instrumental in driving growth for her clients. Overall, Elyse Lupin's impressive career trajectory and extensive experience in franchise marketing make her a true powerhouse in the industry. To contact Elyse: elyse@elysiummg.com Visit: https://www.elysiummg.com/ To contact Gary: info@frangorw.com Visit: www.frangrow.com --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/gary5396/support

In this episode, I spoke with Shelley Herman and her book "My Peacock Tale: Secrets of An NBC Page". My Peacock Tale: Secrets Of An NBC Page is a funny, sexy, gossipy, celebrity-filled memoir with real-life, never-before-told stories. Set against the backdrop of NBC Burbank in the mid-70s, the Pages had VIP access to stars ranging from Johnny Carson to Joan Rivers, Gilda Radner to Andy Kaufman, Freddie Prinze to Richard Pryor, Robin Williams, John Travolta, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, Donald Trump, Johnny Cash, Harry Chapin and iconic legends including Bob Hope, Betty White, Elvis Presley, Sid Caesar, Imogene Coca, Alfred Hitchcock and many more.

We are thrilled to introduce our next guest, who had the incredible opportunity to work on the Page Desk during Saturday Night Live's 25th Anniversary. He also collaborated with numerous cast members throughout his tenure, including iconic figures like Billy Crystal and Dennis Miller. In fact, he continued to work alongside them for nearly two decades, and he's here today to share all the exciting details of his journey. Can you believe that even a well-known personality like Bill Murray couldn't get past security? Our upcoming guest had to step in and vouch for him! You won't want to miss the wild and entertaining story behind it! Have you ever found the Weekend Update jokes on SNL hilarious? Well, get this: our next guest sold one of his jokes to Colin Quinn. Stay tuned as he shares the joke and reveals how much he made! While Kristin Chenoweth is undoubtedly a talented and delightful performer, can you imagine having her join one of your tours and talking non-stop? Our next guest is here to share the unforgettable 'nails on a blackboard' story from that experience. And Rosie O'Donnell, the fun-loving, candy-throwing talk show host, uniquely prefers riding elevators alone. Stay tuned to hear our guest's amusing encounter when the elevator doors opened and Rosie O'Donnell walked in! Plus, Max Weinberg, the legendary drummer for Conan, not only masters the drumsticks but also wields a pair of barbells like a pro. Get ready to be inspired by his powerful story! And find out how a Writer's assistant wrote an odd note when they tried to pick up our next guest.  And discover why securing standby tickets for Saturday Night Live can often feel like they mean absolutely nothing. And you'll get an inside look at what it was like to meet Monica Lewinsky, the former President's gal pal. Tune in to find out if there were any intriguing new developments or scandals when she visited the set. So get ready to hear about the NBC Page experience, which our guest likens to a summer camp adventure.  This person also worked on a variety of shows, including Conan O'Brien, Forgive or Forget, Curtis Court, Law & Order: Dennis Miller, and a slew of others. Please enjoy this comedic and engaging conversation with Christian Bladt!

On this episode of "A Page in History,” WWE, Madonna's Kiss, Chris Farley, and more!  Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for a scoop hotter than an NBC Page wearing their polyester pants in late summer! Our next guest may have shared a smooch with Madonna long before she made headlines at the MTV Video Music Awards! Then he'll talk about his memorable experience watching the royal purple one Prince rehearse before his live television appearance.  And most of you know that weathermen and women report in front of a green screen; our next guest spiced things up a notch when the "R" in Green screen took on a whole new meaning.  She may have driven off a cliff, but that's not before our guest could give her flowers, you'll hear the sweet story about his connection to Susan Sarandon.  He also had the experience of partying with the director of the world's most dangerous band, Paul Shaffer; plus, he did the same with America's larger-than-life comedian, Chris Farley! And contrary to most of America, he has some kind words for OJ Simpson, but not for Bob Costas! If you're a fan of NBC NFL football, you'll want to hear this story!  And speaking of sports, Dick Ebersol was the force behind the iconic sports programming on NBC, plus he was the man behind the idea for Saturday Night Live, with a man that powerful, you better watch out for his wrath! You'll hear some scathing stories!  And you'll hear how our next guest used to run his tours in a very unconventional way! And how he developed many lifelong friendships! He worked for WWE, Lorne Michael's Broadway Video, UEG, and ElevenO2.  We are excited to have this guest share his insights into his Page life and beyond; please enjoy this engaging conversation with Doug LeBow!

I'm an enthusiastic admirer of my upcoming guest, and I promise you're in for an extraordinary experience! This talented individual, along with his dedicated team, possesses a remarkable ability to transport audiences to diverse places, which all help to tell a story!   His artistry entails the intricate design process and the profound responsibility of its creation. You have all seen his work, but today, we'll pull back the curtain and shine a light on the magic he creates!  He's one of the masterminds responsible for conceptualizing and constructing the legendary sets featured on "Saturday Night Live." He played a pivotal role in shaping the current rendition of the "Saturday Night Live" set, with its captivating Grand Central theme and the iconic Opal Timeclock that greets you at the start of every episode. We are going to delve into the intricate, painstaking, and high-pressure process of designing and building these sets for the broadcast live every Saturday night at 11:30. Trust me; it's a conversation you won't want to miss; you will be fascinated at this glimpse into the world of production design and the wizardry that unfolds behind the scenes of this legendary television program. He will also share insights into his journey from starting as an NBC Page to forging a thrilling and fulfilling career in the industry. Furthermore, our conversation will touch upon the iconic figures who have left an indelible mark on "Saturday Night Live," such as the legendary announcer Don Pardo and the influential music producer Hal Willner, who contributed to the unforgettable soundtracks of many beloved sketches and more! We'll explore the inner workings of the film unit, the dedicated crew responsible for creating the pre-recorded videos and commercials that grace the show. And you'll have to stay tuned to discover if there are any exciting plans or tantalizing secrets he can share about the forthcoming 50th-anniversary show! Plus, he's got a treasure trove of many other thrilling stories to share, including his intriguing experiences at CNBC, his stint in NBC's Press & Publicity, and the diverse Page Assignments he took on; plus, you'll hear about his fascinating encounters with legendary talent like Conan and Jay Leno. He'll also take us on a journey through his upbringing in Connecticut and his academic pursuits in architecture, design, and theater. And he'll talk about his involvement with Ragtime and Seussical the Musical!  Moreover, you'll hear about his current passion – a deep and enduring love for crafting and bringing unique puppets to life, which has become a central focus in his creative endeavors. Ladies and gentlemen, it is both an honor and an absolute delight to introduce our distinguished guest. He is a true artisan and a recipient of multiple Emmy© Awards. Please enjoy this conversation with Saturday Night Live's Production Designer, Mr. Joe DeTullio!

More with former NBC Page, Shelley Herman who deals the dish in her new book. Shelley went on to work in game shows, host informercials, fend off actors, and do play-by-play for monster truck rallies. All of that and more this week!More podcasts at WAVE: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/artist/wave-podcast-network/1437831426See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Shelley Herman is Ken's guest. A great way to break into TV is to become a network Page (remember Kenneth from 30 ROCK?) Shelley was an NBC page back in its glory days and has written a terrific tell-all book about it and the stars she encountered. She's also performed comedy with Andy Kaufman, hosted monster truck rallies on ESPN, been a game show exec, and hosted eight informercials. So lots to talk about! More podcasts at WAVE: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/artist/wave-podcast-network/1437831426See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

November 16-22, 1985 This week Ken welcomes former NBC Page, game show royalty, and writer of the new memoir "My Peacock Tale", the great Shelley Herman. Ken and Shelley discuss North Hollywood, Allee Willis, growing up in Calabasas, ideal childhoods, The Tonight Show, Johnny Carson's son, going to tapings of The Midnight Special, working at Sears, seeing Elvis in Vegas as a teenager, the unique role NBC Pages played, being mistaken as Erik Estrada's girlfriend, forced police uniform wearing, drunken celebrities, SNL, watching the East Coast feed, Gilda, the NY and LA TV production differences, The Not Ready for Prime Time Players, The Dating Game, chaperones, serial killers, Susan Elliot, stand up comedy, Off the Wall, replacing people in a syndicated package, reunions of shows nobody watched, sketch comedy, Mac and Jamie, voice over, The Colbys, movie stars on TV, meeting Charlton Heston, tall people, NBC tours, Vincent Price, Richard Pryor's variety show, putting attractive people up front, dealing with the sponsors, Ringo Star's ex wife, Saturdays on NBC, Golden Girls, Ed McMahon, 227, the greatest story ever about Jackee' Harry, being on The Love Boat, Dick Ebersol, taking Sid Caesar and Imogene Coca to the Emmys, Sally Rogers, Dick Van Dyke, meeting Hitchcock, Photoplay magazine, owning Shirley Temple's trousers, The Bad Seed, the evolution of women panelists on game shows, the structure of game shows, Dumbo, DUMBO!, Phoebe Cates, one of the top 5 greatest Kevin Kline stories, TV's Bloopers and Practical Jokes, Dick Clark's uniform, Eye Witness Video, We Are the World, Moonlighting, Heaven (High from) and Hell (town), Tello's Restaurant, Robert Blake, the mystery of Shadowchasers, Cheers, Regan's speech in the USSR, Made for TV movies, Bridge Across time starring David Hasselhoff and Stepfanie Kramer, taking a writing class from Rod Serling, and the secrets of Supermarket Sweep. 

In this installment of Part Two, which marks the celebratory continuation of our second season of "A Page in History," we delve further into our captivating dialogue with a wonderful Hollywood writer! From his early days as an NBC Page, selling tickets for the NBC Tour, he went on to superstardom to craft scripts for iconic shows like "3rd Rock from the Sun," "That '70s Show," and "King of the Hill.” He also wrote for shows on Nickelodeon, The Disney Channel, and Amazon Studios. His love of sports led him to work with the chairman of NBC Sports, Dick Ebersol! Who happens to love a great cigar! He also got a glimpse of a TV pilot of a little show called "Law & Order, yes, that legendary series; he wasn't sure it was going to work! And he was asked to escort a female actress from LA Law to a major event where he introduced her to Johnny Carson, James Garner, and the gracious at the time, Bill Cosby, who bestowed upon him a special nickname. This guest's life is better than a TV drama! And wait, there's more! Ever wondered how to get Letterman tickets? Well, our guest once gave advice to an alleged porn star on just that, leaving his co-pages blushing FOR him! But through it all, the most fulfilling part of his journey was the family of pages he shared his time with. The bond and camaraderie among these pages made his experience truly memorable and heartwarming. Please enjoy Part Two of this fun and exciting episode with someone I hold dear to my heart – the one and only Mr. Dave Schiff!

Louise Palanker co-hosts “The Media Path Podcast” with legendary Los Angeles weatherman Fritz Coleman. Together, they explore your creative obsessions, from books to movies and everything in between. Louise has a prolific career in the entertainment world herself. She's a co-founder of “Premiere Radio Networks,” which is now a division of iHeartRadio. Her documentary “Family Banned the Cowsills Story” appeared on Showtime for two years and is now available on Amazon Prime. Plus, she writes a weekly advice column for NewsHawk.com and founded the Advice app for teens, “Ask Weezy.” Louise has been podcasting since 2005 and hosted the “Things I Found Online” podcast before setting out to co-host “Media Path” with Fritz. Learn more about Louise. Learn more about The Passionistas Project. See the show notes for this episode.  

Shelley Herman is the author of the book My Peacock Tale: Secrets of an NBC Page. We interview her this week, and boy does she have secrets! The book spills all the beans, but you can get a great preview by listening to this episode. She discusses Johnny Carson, being a contestant on The Dating Game, writing for game shows, and much more Hollywood dish. Buckle up and enjoy!Since we will be discussing 2018 this month, we also give you a preview of what's to come with our drafts of TV and movies from 5 years ago. Make sure you stick around for the ALL the fun!If you enjoy the show, please rate and review us on the iTunes/Apple Podcasts app or wherever you listen. Or better yet, tell a friend to listen!Want to support our show and become a PCY Classmate? Click here!Follow us on your preferred social media:TwitterFacebookInstagramSupport the show

Video link to this live broadcast: Shelley Herman's 'Secrets of an NBC Page' + The Gong Show + Game Shows + Movies SET in the Summer, 2 - YouTube Game Show & Emmy Award nominated TV writer, former NBC page, actress and author Shelley Herman discusses her NEW book titled "My Peacock Tale: Secrets of an NBC Page" + The Bob Barker VS Betty White feud + Johnny Carson tales + "The Gong Show" history + "Love Connection" bad date clips + Movies SET in the Summer, part 2 Guest Shelley Herman wrote for game shows like "Love Connection" , "Supermarket Sweep", "Liars Club" and more! Plus, getting fleeced by Frito Lay A.K.A. Pepsico with bags of chips 1/3 full! Nostalgic toy of the week: Crazy Foam! Nostalgic great of the week: Nerds! Movies with Summer settings, Part 2 AUDIO ONLY LINK of this LIVE BROADCAST: PLEASE HEAD TO FISTFULOFRADIO.COM to hear our shows. That's " FistFulOfRadio dot com ." TOPIC CUE MARKS: (Processing) NOTES: @ the mark continues the discussion about the best summer movie music theme of all-time! @ the mark is a GREAT offer from Remind Magazine! $12 per year introductory offer including shipping! #livepodcast #ShelleyHerman #MyPeacockTaleSecretsofanNBCPage #author #book #newbook #burbank #johnnycarson #NBCBurbank #gameshows #bobbarker #bettywhite #thehollywoodsquares #TheUnknownComic #MurrayLangston #MyPeacockTale #secrets #SecretsofanNBCPage #nbc #hollywood #password #tvwriter #actress #hollywoodsquares #supermarketsweep #Thegongshow #Unkowncomic #theunknowncomic #MurrayLangston #comedian #comedy #gameshows #Liarsclub #loveconnection #nerds #summertime #beachmovies #1960s #1970smusic #1970s #1980s #1990s #americangraffiti #georgelucas #ronhoward #cindywilliams #1962 #nostalgia #thegraduate #dustinhoffman #riskybusiness #tomcruise #movies #crazyfoam #summer #RemindMagazine #16mmfilm #16mm #tvthemesongs #comicbooks #passwordplus #tomkennedy #robertdonner #JonBauman #1983年生 #1983 #startrek #paramountplus #disney #netflix #amazonprime #prime #disneyplus #cbsparamount #startrektos #tvspaceships #spaceships #classictv #lifeguard #classictvspaceship #lostinspace #1963 #1963年生 年生#abc #GoldKeyComicBooks #goldkeymedia #space1999 #theinvaders #comicbookcollection #Juk #comic #comicbookhistory #juliesommars #GovernorandJJ #marvelstudios #comicbookcollector #dvd #popculturepodcast #karenvalentine #room222 #fritolay #pepsico #sciencefiction #scifigeek #scifitv #metv #livepodcast #SciFiSaturdayNightMeTV #mcu #marvel #marvelcomics #tubitv #bodylanguage #1981年生 年生 #radio #1985 #1965年生 年生 #1966 #1967 #1969 #1970 #1970 #1980 #1980 #1980年代 #1981 #1981年生 #1983 #1983年生 #1984 #1985 #1986 #1981 #GSNlive #1987 #1995 #1996 #livepodcast #atlanta #showbusiness #media #entertainmentindustry #RemindMagazine #atlanta #georgia #atlantageorgia #news #radio #education #educational #thenostalgicpodblast #chancebartels (Originally produced LIVE on Friday, August 4th, 2023) **** "Like"/join the Facebook group to receive a notification when we are rolling LIVE on video most Sundays from Atlanta, GA! ***** FACEBOOK GROUP LINK: https://www.facebook.com/groups/505690109979643/?epa=SEARCH_BOX You can hear "The Nostalgic Podblast" Saturdays & Sundays 2-8pm & Monday & Wednesday evenings (all times are eastern time) on FISTFULOFRADIO.COM out of Atlanta, GA and shows are archived on that website. Search NOSTALGIC PODBLAST or THE NOSTALGIC PODBLAST on Google.

0:00 SEG 1 Shelley Herman talks about her memoir ‘My Peacock Tale: Secrets of an NBC Page', the history of the NBC page program, why women weren't originally included in the NBC Page Program, why it's one of the greatest entry-level jobs ever, why it's easier to get into Harvard than the NBC Page Program, working on gameshows, being a contestant on ‘The Dating Game', curating items for a game show exhibit at a museum, and receiving items from Betty White's estate 13:46 SEG 2 Shelley Herman talks about being a lifeline for Adam West on ‘Who Wants to Be a Millionaire', ‘The Tonight Show', Frank Sinatra, beating up a Nazi, dating celebrities, Freddie Prinze, traveling for book signings, her connection to Missouri, giving Gilda Radner a tour of Hollywood, and the laws of reprinting items for a book https://mypeacocktale.com/  https://www.facebook.com/groups/648946686120084  39:55 SEG 3 Howie Hirshfield of Not Quite Right Improv talks about his August 5th show at the Westport Playhouse, doing improv with his daughter, how suggestions are picked, and rehearsing for an improv show  https://www.facebook.com/notquiterightimprov Thanks to our sponsors Historic St. Charles, Missouri (https://www.discoverstcharles.com/), Bug's Comics and Games (https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100070575531223), and Marcus Theatres (https://www.marcustheatres.com/) Amazon Affiliate Link -   http://bit.ly/geektome   Buy Me a Coffee - https://www.buymeacoffee.com/3Y0D2iaZl  Patreon -   https://www.patreon.com/GeekToMeRadio  Website -   http://geektomeradio.com/    Podcast -   https://anchor.fm/jamesenstall  Facebook -   https://www.facebook.com/GeekToMeRadio/   Twitter -   https://twitter.com/geektomeradio   Instagram -   https://www.instagram.com/geektomeradio/  Producer - Joseph Vosevich https://twitter.com/Joey_Vee  --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jamesenstall/support

Join Disney's Ike Eisenmann, and author, Jonathan Rosen, as they chat with the author of My Peacock Tale: Secrets of an NBC Page!Shelley talks about going through the NBC Page program, working for Johnny Carson, insights into the Carson/Joan Rivers feud, her friendship with Andy Kaufman, auditioning with Robin Williams, & much more!

Join Disney's Ike Eisenmann, and author, Jonathan Rosen, as they chat with the author of My Peacock Tale: Secrets of an NBC Page!Shelley talks about going through the NBC Page program, working for Johnny Carson, insights into the Carson/Joan Rivers feud, her friendship with Andy Kaufman, auditioning with Robin Williams, & much more!

On Celebrity Jobber with Jeff Zito this week Shelley Herman, Author of "My Peacock Tale: Secrets Of An NBC Page." What would have been if Shelley never got her big break? What type of work would she be doing if she never worked as an NBC Page? A Page is one of these Happy Kids, we'll get into that with Shelley. Many celebrities will tell you that they would have been a Secretary or a Tour Guide somewhere if not for that one lucky break or meeting. They may have been, just a JOBBER. Thanks for listening, please rate, review, and subscribe to the Celebrity Jobber with Jeff Zito wherever you pod.Our Sponsors:* Check out Drizly: https://drizly.com* Check out HelloFresh and use my code jobberfree for a great deal: https://www.hellofresh.com/Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

If you don't know what an "NBC Page" is, don't feel bad. Apparently it's an extremely difficult position to achieve. Unless, of course, you're Shelly. She made it in the 70s, when celebrities were celebrities and half of them died young for some reason. And yes, their personal lives were often...interesting, to say the least. Read all about it in My Peacock Tale. Get it? Because tail? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoicesSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

If you don't know what an "NBC Page" is, don't feel bad. Apparently it's an extremely difficult position to achieve. Unless, of course, you're Shelly. She made it in the 70s, when celebrities were celebrities and half of them died young for some reason. And yes, their personal lives were often...interesting, to say the least. Read all about it in My Peacock Tale. Get it? Because tail? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

My Peacock Tale (Secrets of An NBC Page) tells the story of a how a girl from a small town gets one of the best jobs in show biz, as each year over 16,000 college graduates apply for jobs as an NBC Page. It is a true honor to have this Emmy-nominated writer join us now, Ms. Shelly Herman! Shelley Herman Twitter: @MyPeacockTale Instagram: @Mypeacocktale Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/648946686120084/ Website: https://mypeacocktale.com/ Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/My-Peacock-Tale-Secrets-Page/dp/B0C2S7VKPZ/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=shelley+herman+book&qid=1686528134&sprefix=Shelley+Herman%2Caps%2C144&sr=8-1 Crazy Train Radio Facebook: www.facebook.com/realctradio Instagram: @crazytrainradio Twitter: @realctradio YouTube: www.youtube.com/crazytrainradio Website: crazytrainradio.us  --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/crazytrainradio/support

On today's episode, Eileen is joined by comedian and writer Ali Kolbert. After graduating from NYU's Tisch School of the Arts, Ali landed a job as an NBC Page at 30 Rock, where she worked on Saturday Night Live, Late Night with Seth Meyers, and The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon, where she made her TV debut in 2017. She and Eileen talk coming out, Lexapro, censorship in comedy, and the relationship between humor and trauma.     Show links:   Follow @eileen on Instagram Follow @killerandasweetthang on Instagram Follow @eileeninparis on TikTok  Follow @goingmentalpodcast on Instagram More information at: Goingmental.com     Produced by Dear Media.