Art Bell - Constant Comedy

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This book is a memoir. In telling these stories, I relied primarily on my recollections rather than documentary evidence. Since the bulk of this takes place thirty years ago, my less-than-perfect memory may have led to inaccuracies or misrepresentations. There are a few places where I made changes for the sake of good storytelling, but mostly I wrote things the way I remember them. Some names have been changed and most of the dialogue has been re-created and possibly embellished from the bits and pieces I remember. Most of the humorous remarks attributed to others is mine, and what they really said was probably a lot funnier than what I wrote.

For Carrie

Everything is funny, as long as its happening to somebody else.

Will Rogers

Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.

Mel Brooks

On a summer day in 1995, I walked into the Russian Tea Room, one of Manhattans most famous restaurants, located on Fifty-Seventh Street near Carnegie Hall. Id walked over from my office at Comedy Central, where I was the executive vice president of Marketing. Comedy Central had been around for six years. It was starting to get a big audience, starting to make a name for itself in the comedy world, and on the verge of making money. There were hundreds of people working at the channel. But I still felt that it was ultimately my responsibility to make Comedy Central successful, since I was the one who started it.

The Russian Tea Room had been a favorite of artists, actors, and people who worked in show business since the 1920s. Tourists who could afford it came to watch the rich and famous, hoping that a Hollywood star would drop by. I was there to meet a hero of mine, a stand-up comedian Id first seen on television thirty years earlier when I was ten years old.

There were lots of funny people in my family, and from an early age I wanted to be funny, too. I thought of it as a required skill, as important as reading or hitting a baseball. I found that by making kids laugh at school, I could be part of the crowd, get invited to parties, and get noticed by girls. It also helped me avoid getting beat up on the playground and bullied in gym. Being funny was a path to survival and reproduction.

Comedy was an obsession for me in grade school. I listened to the comedy albums of Bill Cosby and tried to mimic his storytelling. I studied Marx Brothers scripts and marveled at their verbal acrobatics and comic timing. I read The Essential Lenny Bruce and felt Bruces pain through his comedy. I read Woody Allens Without Feathers and discovered the art of writing comedic short stories. I studied Jonathan Swifts A Modest Proposal and started writing my own satire. I subscribed to Mad magazine and National Lampoon and collected back issues. I started an underground satirical newspaper. When I got my drivers license, a friend and I drove home from school every day and ate lunch in front of the television, so we could watch Get Smart.

Television comedy provided a window on the larger comedy landscape. From the time I was eight years old I loved watching the stand-up comedians on The Ed Sullivan Show. One of my favorites was Richard Pryor. He was twenty-four years old when he first appeared on The Ed Sullivan Show, looking uncomfortable in his black suit, white shirt, and skinny black tie. His suit clung too tightly to his slight frame as he described growing up black in Peoria. Richard talked about being bullied on the playground. First, he impersonated the bully: After schoolIma bite off your foot. Then he did his reactionmortal fear. Richards eyes went wide and darted right and left. His shoulders hunched in anticipation of being hit and he forced his mouth into a half smile that was both supplicating and frightened. My brothers and I had our own playground challenges, mostly about lunch money, and we could relate.

And there was Jackie Vernon. His routine was to describe his life in a continuous slide show. He held a clicker that imitated the sound of a slide changing. There were no actual pictures, only his descriptions of them. I went on safari in Africa, hed say. It didnt go too well. Id like to show you some slides. Click. Here we are starting off on our safari. Click. Here we are just before we hit the quicksand. Click. Heres a waist-up shot. Click. Heres some hats and ropes and things.

But my favorite was Alan King. Hed show up on the stage dressed in his suit and tie and holding a cigar. His face would be screwed up a little, his mouth in a sour frown, as if he found merely talking about his life to be a burden. His whole approach to the audience would be, Can you believe what I have to put up with? His eyebrows would rise, his lips would purse. He would wave around his cigar, stabbing for emphasis, gesturing grandly. His material was basic Borscht Belt stuff: wives, partners, in-laws, the everyday indignities of life.

I remember the day I got married. Such a wonderful ceremony! My bride, beautiful in her wedding gown, stood next to me crying tears of joy. In Jewish weddings its traditional for the groom to end the ceremony by stomping on a wine glassthis is supposed to drive off the evil spirits. I broke the glass, but when I looked upmy mother-in-law was still there.

The Russian Tea Rooms matre d greeted me, informed me that I was the first in my party to arrive, and escorted me to a table set for three. I opened my menu and did a quick search for something that could be eaten with a knife and fork without making a mess. Something dry, without any sauce that might land on my favorite and most expensive red paisley tie. I was a sloppy eater, and more than once when Id dropped a forkful on my lap at dinner, my wife had asked, Do you eat like that at business lunches? It cant be good for business.

When I looked up from my menu, there was Nancy Geller, the producer of a series we were running on Comedy Central called Inside the Comedy Mind. She greeted me with a smile and a kiss. Nancy, tall with long blond hair and a big smile, stood next to the host of Inside the Comedy Mind. He held an unlit cigar in his mouth, but it didnt stop him from smiling. I stood up as we shook hands. Im Alan King, he said. Its a pleasure to meet you.