I thought that of anything
in the entertainment business, New York radio is certainly the
thing that I've completely dominated. I mean, I was Rush Limbaugh's
writer for four years, Jay Thomas' sidekick and producer for
three years. SONY Worldwide in NY hired me to develop their
entire radio network (boy, there's another story) - I even wrote
for Mario Cuomo...
... Before you ask, Mario
is like watching paint dry.
Anyway, just when you thought
it was safe to go back in the water, I get the call: It's Gary
Dellabate' of the Howard Stern Show. Their head writer and sidekick,
Jackie "The Jokeman" Martling has quit after 15 years
and Howard's agent is highly recommending me as the replacement.
They want me in for a week, on the air and feeding Howard one-liners.
Now, anybody that knows
me, knows that I believe Hollywood has a propensity of rewarding
Psychos and Retards. Take a look at some recent Oscar contenders:
Forrest Gump,
Hannibal, Rain Man, Shine - the list goes on and on. Beleive
me - If you can be a good retard or psycho, you're going places
in this business. But I was not prepared for the level I was
about to be exposed to:
At two in the morning, I skip out of my Manhattan
hotel to get the paper and a big, big coffee. A crack whore
comes with me, to let me know how her life is going. She's literally
grabbing my shirt and screaming at me...
I hate New York:
You know how in the movies and television, they're
always romanticizing the streets of New York? There's always
a little rain and the steam is coming up through the ground
in slo-mo as the lovely couple strolls beneath the neon broadway
signs. Let's get this straight: First of all, there's garbage
EVERYWHERE. Stinky, filthy garbage. It stinks. Bad.
Secondly, you know that "steam" that's
coming up through the ground? That's the sewer, folks. That
steam is coming off other people's doody. It is so fuckin gross,
I almost gagged every morning.
But this morning, I'm actually jogging to get
away from the crack whore, and dodging cabs, hopping over piles
of orange rhines and trying to read the stock market returns
on this HUGE neon ticker in Times Square. Now think about that:
Who is so busy that they have to check their stocks on the outside
ticker? What - do homeless people have 401k's they're worried
about? I half expected the crack whore to stop mid-pitch and
say, "Oh fuck - Lucent is down a quarter!"
So I get to the building where the show is taped,
and I must step over a poor soul, laying in the gutter, clutching
some flowers and talking to herself. A pitiful, affected, probably
retarded homeless woman...
... She was Howard's second guest that day. She's
booked for another appearance...
I'm probably not... --
Rodney Lee
Copyright
©2001 Chaldean Entertainment

NEXT: In a futile attempt to bond
with the rest of the
staff, Rodney Lee goes to a strip club with 25 members of
The Howard Stern Show. Someone should have explained the
rules to him. But predictably, my psychotic behavior does
garner another appearance on the show!
Rodney Lee lives in Toluca Lake,
Ca. and writes political commentary and humor for online entertainment
powerhouses "Comedy On
Tap" and "SportsHollywood"
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