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Hosted By: Tommy Tomorrow When: Saturday Nov 22, 2008 at 11:58 PM Where The Steve Allen Theater 4773 Hollywood Blvd. Hollywood, California|5 90027 United States Description: Tommy Tomorrow
What a show, what a show, what a show! If you see somebody with a camera, say hi and make them take your photo! Then you might end up on this page, or you might not.
Seriously, guys, it's getting serious. Y'all need to come to this show. Besides lots of awesome booked acts, one can rely on a nigh-weekly dose of semi-written sketchitude from folks like Randy Liedtke, Susan Burke, and the venerable Davey Johnson. Before I post the slideshow, here's an example.
Rob Zabrecky pulls the audience into his swirling vortex:
Michael Rayner (shown below doing something else, for reasons I will explain RIGHT NOW) balances a wheelbarrow over "photography girl's fragile skull," which left me cowering in fright. Then, to add insult to a potentially serious injury, he refers to the audience members behind me as "sexy girls." Three sexy-girls-es later, he remembers my impending doom and femaleness, and concedes I'm "sexy, but in a Tina Fey way." If I didn't think TF was an absolute goddess, I would have photoshopped an ugly mole onto his face.
More stuff happens, and then a knock comes from the outside door. Oh, you old door-knocking sketch! This time, the gentlemen callers are Davey Johnson and Randy Liedtke with tricks up their own improvised sleeves.
"Stare into BOTH our spinning spirals. All of you! Stare into BOTH of them! We will count backwards from seventy-four."
" ... thirty-eight, thirty-seven, thirty-six ..."
" ... nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. Now look at our tummies!"
... as the guys turned sideways. Featured here is Randy Liedtke's tummy. Too bad I wasn't in the main audience for the full swirling effect.
I want to go to sleep , but I don't want to forget. T.J. folded up his hoodie to use for a pillow. He didn't want to be an imposition, or he thinks I don't have such nice things. It is Hotel Chuckles, not Chuckle's Le Barn. The cases are even newly laundered. On the avenue of Tomorrow Shows, my favorite signposts were the "make-em ups" and the "makesemups", the new building directly across from the Center for Inquiry, (Ron will tell you about it!), when Ron said "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, yes." (T.J. just did an impeccable imitation…)….John C. Reilley defended his buddy Ron Lynch!! If Ron doesn't want to show his Guadalahara slides, he doesn't have to! The guy in the audience is not his teacher!
The magician had nothing on Mesmerizo, but I liked when he poked his knife and said said, "watch out, I might stick you". I also liked when he brought the walrus out. Well, at least that's what I wanted to say was the thing he held up and said, "what do you guys think this is." Has there ever been a trained walrus?
Mr.Eagle Rock was back!!! Battling traffic on the 2, to get to the mighty Tomorrow Show. He'd just once like a magician that tricks him into feeling safe in this world.
R. Omance did a live performance, featuring his hit "Ladyboy". I heard Ladyboy before, boys with necks like wrists, it's so easy to get confused…R. Omance's performance has gone a long way since I saw him last!! In the 80's! Stunning. I especially liked the synthesizer animal sounds -- the bark and meow from those animal head keyboards from the Toy District….
John C. Reilley's brother came in the side door, sounding a lot like him…along with Will Ferrell's brother Colin, who sounded nothing like Will. Colin (a.k.a. Big Red) made me crack up the hardest, with his pitch for "Big Trouble With Little China". I won't give the movie away. You have to see/hear about it. Or ask him. I cracked like a hysterical egg.
Side tirade! I am not fussy! really! I am easily amused. But two things--No one can do Captain Moustasche like Captain Moustasche,(sp) even if you do have your own t.v. show! And you're not the only one that's attempted. Two, why do breeders use queer as an insult? You know why. I know why. I just wish they'd think of insults that are more clever. Jizzballs. Cuntballs. Contextually can be oh so funny, like the last guy's ''teenager fails to properly rebel", It's just a hip trend I guess. The Clutter Family sang about Grandma's rich pancakes again, and had a new song, "She's a moose killing cunt." Sleep until next Saturday at midnight, love, chuckles
(Editor's note: I don't do any editing, and these are mostly for people who attended. However, there are occasionally errors in actuality, so if anyone ever has a question, feel free to ask)
The Clutter Bros., and their drummer from another family, were punctual. Like Julie Andrews they sang of their favorite things. Pancakes, Head, Naked Pictures. Also like gentle Ms. Julie they called their fans "Fuckers." Steve wasn't feeling the echo chamber for the intro. Probably wasn't a big enough of a show. Only Ron Lynch hosting, and stunt co-host, god to millions, J.C. himself. The Irish cop from Gangs of New York. Couldn't keep his hands off Ron. At least four times Ron had to remind the Five Points Constable, with curly orange hair, "Don't touch me." Must either be "giving back to the community" spending the wee hours with the holy and majestic that make up the crowd. Maybe Ron has something on him. They brought out the Bicycle Club Comic. Why pull up your zipper? You only have to lower it next time you have to pee. Coke and Pepsi challenge. Continuing with the 80s theme, they brought out the big-hit wonder from the early 80s on his keyboard. An Englishman. R.O. Mance. Back in the day wrote extensively for Paula Abdul. Turns out J.C. was a last-minute replacement for J.G. Her continuing responsibilities as District Attorney in Clay Pigeons precluded her attendance. J.C. couldn't remember the last time he was up that late. Never mind perform. The specific connection of Steve Allen and the CFI was delved into. According to Ron, a CFA is being built across the street. No Mesmerizo, an up-close Magic Castle Magician revealed the secret to Jamaican Jambalaya and his magic card trick-table. Counted and recounted his dollar bills. Ron and co-host explored the nuances between sketches and skits and to illustrate invited a sketch troupe onto the stage. Death. Cancer. Heart attacks. The collage artist battled traffic all the way on the 2 from Eagle Rock just to see that? He also had string-puppet gripes. (No mention of the diabetic wife.) "You work in puppets or collages?" asked J.C. (The promised slide show of the now-legendary pilgrimage to Guadalajara was clamored for. "Too many women, so not next week either," Ron apologized. J.C. took issue. "Don't talk to that patron. Who is he? He can sit there, laugh and clap.") Proving she spends every minute outside the 3rd Wednesday of the month in rehearsal, Kiss Micucci – now called Oats, and her sidekick, Garfunkle, condensed the pop hits of the 90s into four minutes. "I saw the Sign. Whattabout Breakfast at Tiffany's ..." Through the exit door came Big Red and his manager Super Mario. They came to pitch J.C. a script about a slow boat to China. Poetry reading. Doesn't mount his ass. Stand erect. Ask people to come. Short film McCain's Angels. It was 60 past the 90 minutes Ron promised him it would be, so Co-host was given beer and a porkpie hat as appeasement. Algernon promoted his science show, narcoleptic dog. There was New Yorker by way of Seattle. The headliner was a lesbian with a definite tactic. Do Andrew Dice Clay and then reward those who don't walk out with winning reenactments of pedophilia. Steals your heart. Clutter Bros chased us to intermission. Sunday, October 5, 3:45 a.m.
Oh Tomorrow Show, your wonders never cease. If only every midnight passed with such exuberance and denigration, midnights everywhere would rejoice. Though time has forlornly passed since my visitation, some memories elude me. I do remember the funny lady of manners, (this evening in a dashing red raincoat, as though she'd rushed from her Hotel Abbatial Saint Germain to meet her lover at the Café Les Deux Magots, and Duncan, who I best remember as doing this creepy ventriloquism/seance act, which involved his dead dead grandpa, a forest, and some pink floyd. Tonight he pondered with Natasha Leggaro about how if we all stopped driving for just one day, not only would it fuck with the gas world, but a baby unicorn would be born, and jesus would be riding on its back. Later, he suggested turning on the rainbow machine. I like Josh the door guy. He is regal, worthy of Kingship. My favorite acts that I remember… The substitute teacher in the pant suit making her dating video! She cracked me up. She was wacky and hilarious. Yay. GUY! Verrrry funny. Will tell you why babies don't have souls. It makes perfect sense. I repeated it all week. And why we don't have slavery museums. I love Guy. The Mashed Potato Brothers, formerly the Haberdashery Seven. I still remember their movie star/guy gets shot/people take pictures of him with their cell phone saga. Tonight they were catching mashed potatoes falling from the sky. Which again is why I like the tomorrow show…. non-mainstream humor. Wackiness. Goofjobs. Nutballs. Nick Adams? the last guy made me happy because he added to his list of the whitest white people activities: ukelele playing. I agree. That Japanese band was swell, but pleaaaaaaase no more ukeleles!!! I will vomit out my own mother. There were announcements: The parking lot will be expanded by 30 feet. The bathrooms will both have one more stall added. A pea pod casserole will be served at 4 a.m. A raccoon was found in Amit's office, but was safely escorted out using a sandwich and a bowl of dipping water. Sadly, the show was a mere teaser, ending at an unheard of hour! 1:34!!! But I went to sleep with visions of jollyworms.
Chuckles’ friend harry’s sum-up of saturday 9/20!!
Current mood: eccentric
Regular Tomorrow! Correspondent Chuckles is on assignment. Filling in is Chuckles' friend Harry:
To settle the audience we watched Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith in Men in Black. Smith's performance was incomprehensible. Tommy Lee was just like am I really acting opposite such an incomprehensible mumbler??? Rendered slacked-jawed. Kept throwing glances off screen. This a joke? Slow-mo Erotic — keyboard-singer-song-writer and drummer — rocked the packed house. They have CDs for sale. "Cunt. Cunt. You're all a bunch of Cunts." Very catchy. Took that long to get all the hipsters in. They came to see the employees of the Daily Show — the cable tv news program. What the Daily Show employees are doing in Los Angeles (in from New York) they didn't say. Maybe they're doing a remote. (Maybe to butter up the network.) Steve stuck to the script and welcomed everyone to "Tomorrow." Used the echo chamber. Ron and one of the Daily Show's (DS) employees co-hosted. Co-host actually was a regular guest act back in June. Nice to see his style didn't change. Ron took his customary stage right mic, but co-host got some laughs, so Ron switched for the funny mic. But only for a minute. First comic (a DS employee) talked about his childhood in Pomona. His discomfort with Flava-Flav. And confusion at Jesse Jackson wanting to cut Obama's balls off. "What kind of change can Obama effect without balls?" He shops at 7-ELEVEN bullies the clerks. When he asked for audience suggestions for a closing bit, "Do a joke about AIDS" got in his request. Ron screened a TV pilot he starred in with co-host, but only Ron's scenes. It was produced by Courtney Cox. Good show. But Ron isn't at all upset it wasn't picked up. He was just grateful for the opportunity to work with Courtney. That's success in his book. Courtney knows comedy. There were also pool tables on the set that didn't need quarters. Co-host once had en encounter with Courtney's husband. They went to a bar to kick some guy's ass, but the guy was too drunk so they did an intervention. We had visitors from as far away as Houston and even San Diego. An employee of the news show came on. Took too many freeways. The 10 to the 110 to the 108 to the fuck you. "What's this place called? Los F.. ???" — "Los Angeles?" said the audience. — "Yeah, Los Angeles." [you fucking slow-witted douche bags] Then we got another fellow from the cable tv show. Someone in management. A producer. Drunken Jew. Regaled us about how he met a "fun" guy in a bar in NY and exchanged phone numbers. Oy a drama. Since "fun" guy had no friends named Aaron and none named Abe or Ace (not that DS producer would ever hang out with people who have friends named Ace) and the producer's name was Adam, each time the flip phone went off accidently he got called. "Fun guy, Fun Guy," I yelled. "My roommates thought that's how I orgasm." Adam hosts his own comedy show in NYC. The heckler from Eagle Rock put in an appearance. Very loud. He's a string-puppet operator (his wife's diabetic) They battled traffic all the way on the 2-freeway to get to the Steve Allen Theatre only to learn it wasn't the Colbert Report. So, thank you and goodbye. (Incidently if you came to see how Ron's mustache was progressing, too bad, the damn thing is gone, and if you were hoping for the slide show of the visit to Guadalajara not only wasn't it shown, it wasn't mentioned.) Then we got another employee of the Daily cable show. A big-biceps Italian. He used the "G" word to describe himself but I'm not Italian so I can't say it. He demonstrated all the different nicknames you can use for your biceps if you say it in a "G" voice. Cheese and Tomatoes. Peppers and Onions ... they all worked. He loved the cackler in the second row. Might develop an act with her. Big Red came through the exit door to audition for the show. Seems the comics got tired of waiting while Ron performed, they were all like, "we got up at seven this morning Eastern, blah blah blah so please don't say a word between acts. Just walk out, introduce us and get off." Ron said fine. He wasn't going to make an issue of it. Then we got another DS manager. An act built around Air Jordan's Vs. New Balance footwear. He might have talked about the Chinese Olympics and the Republican Convention Center. Most of them did. Then the co-host spent time between acts mooching a ride to Santa Monica. The show couldn't go on until someone agreed to give him a ride. And then the head liner. Another employee of the news show. He stomped and swore and people laughed. We saw a short presentation on Elron Hub's success teaching kids to use the dictionary. (The Daily Show cast didn't have the courtesy to stick around for it) The proprietary educational technique has worked in cities and towns across the globe. Specially in Mongolia. (Inner and outer.) Slow Mo Erotic came back for a number. It was time for an early intermission. September 21, 2008 4:05 a.m
Chuckle’s friend Harry’s description of the show 9/13
(Here's Harry's take on the show. He'll be filling in for Chuckles next week for the big "DAILY SHOW" show)
September 14, 2008
Dr. Gorilla opened. Electric guitar. Bass Guitar. Drummer. Plenty of bananas. Then we got a "Welcome to the Tomorrow Show"- Not a, "Ladies and Gentleman". Welcome to Tomorrow... Ron and guest host (Frank Coniff) who's hosted before. Knowing the penchant the audience has for World War II era, guest host didn't disappoint. (To Einstein) "E=MC2? No shit, Einstein." This putdown actually predates Albert. "No shit, Einstein." Ron took the audience participation questions from last week to heart and the faint budding of mustache are visible. Definitely some Roy Disney blood in Mr. Lynch. Ron wore a very elegant tie having been to two weddings earlier. He teased the video that would be played later in the evening. Explained that it had been delivered to his building which happens to be across from the epi-Centre itself. We now learned it had actually been a pile that was delivered. Until now we were under the impression that it was just one DVD. The co-host used to live in the same building. So Ron and co-host talked neighborhood food-shopping a bit. How the old Mayfair was given its corporate-parent's name Gelsons, and now the employees have to wear a new t-shirt. But new "badge" would be funnier. Ron apologized for talking shop with his old neighbor. First act (Jimmy Dore) demonstrated the magic of Oprah's wish board. Every home must have one. It works like this. You nail a corkboard to kitchen wall. Pin up pictures of your heart's desires. In this case a say a professional Viking stove. A few months later you go to Sears and buy it. And magic you have it. Everyone muuuuust get this board, bellows Oprah. There was also some political stuff. Very mainstream. Thanked the audience of the Late Show on his way off. Dr. Gorilla came out to play live intros and segues. AXEL F (Beverly Hills Cop) Ron thought it was theme to Gone With the Wind. Co-host got to enact some American Bandstand fantasies. Ron lost the tie. Guy whose friends don't want to get on the Mary Jane list. Dude, it's a good list to be on. Ron couldn't find the word Emoticon. The audience tried to supply it. But then Ron came up with it on his own. A bit later it was so . He needed a word "it was so... it was so... that it happened because before he mocked the people who supplied him with a word and now he needed a word and no one would fall for it, not poetic justice it was so... eye... damn what the word? That movie with Ethan Hawke describes it as when the literal meaning is opposite of it's intended Emoticon. Co-Host brought the audience to new heights telling us he'll use emoticons in his suicide note. Ron pointed out the ironic thing about being ironic all the time is that no one knows you're being... Girl sang and played guitar. Accompanied by dude on the saw. Two hundred year old sounds of the American West. Then they did "Somewhere Out There" duet. Ron followed up on the hammer and spatula. A very nice rendition of Toddler with Pots n' Pans. More ancient than the American West. Boxes trick. It's magnets. You're adopted. Box falls. "You're out of the act. See what it's like to sit on the floor. Box." Motorcycle through Exit door. (Totally unplanned.) Handed out fliers for another show. Ah, the smell of deisel at 2:00 in the morning. Skippy and Lemon Pepper. Butt whiffin, muff sniffin, pube pickin lube lickin fun under the sun. Sidearm - Leave it to Beaver. Little too blue for Red Skelton. Video Segment. The Centre's Anti Drug message. Drugs lead to addiction. Death. Or worse. Mr. "All Movies Fall into Two Categories" came up to shoot the Werewolf with a projectile firing pistol. But disease was caught from a Mexian whore. And no lime-dipped silver bullets. The act will go on. Since no one was walking out and Ron needed to do his "We actually need one less person for this bit," bit, Ron said it anyway until some guy in the front front row got the message and left. After a few segments he slunk back in. (note from Ron: he was the motorcycle guy) Dr. Gorilla on three guitars. Transporting. Guys who want to do Palin stormed in through exit door. Big Red guzzled a Pabst tallboy. Ate one of Dr. Gorilla's bananas without permission. Country Boy explains. Global Warming. High gas prices. Noisy neighbors. Doesn't know much about lobbyists or AIDS. Had to stop when giving himself an aneurism. 3:10 a.m. Dr Gorilla plays the show to intermission. The audience begs for more. No avail. Buy the CD. Become a groupie. No more show tonight. (Ron note: I think the show was over by 2:30)
Note: Due to the two weddings Ron attended, those hoping to see the Guadalajara slideshow were bitterly disappointed. He only had the time to get the photos to here. but not to there.
Dear Tomorrow Show, It was nice to see you again. Unfortunately I'm going away to camp next weekend, so I will miss you greatly, and the trip to Guadalahara.(sp). You looked really good tonight, T.S. A little too good, perhaps. A bit slick and slidey, indeed tonight showish. I will try to manage with this lapse in abnormality, I'm sure it was just the moontime. The tie was nice/creepy. The hosts were on a ball. Some memorable moments if I could just… The band I could tell was really good. And adorable. The drummer is married, and finds Dentyne and Clearasil delightful. The bandmates smiled at each other and at the show. I thought that was nice. As far as acts go, I have to say Skippy was my favorite, though the "Magnets magnets magnets" guy and the "I don't understand, I'm confused and stressed out, ihhhhhhh uhhhhhh" guy were both grin expanders. And the shoe designer guy always delights me. The magnet guy reminded me of the famous kid in "The Loved One" and the spunky youngster in that Ruth Gordon movie. I bet he gets that though. He made The Tomorrow Show one big giddy girl slumber party with his toilet paper trick!! I was giddy. Harry was giddy. Harry got the hysterics during Skippy. Skippy was pretty special. A nice combination of old and new vaudvillages, a little 'hotchachachaish'. I don't know if Joe Matt stayed, but he woulda appreciated all the oldies references tonight. The show only went 'til 3 a.m., but that's okay I guess. I suppose I'm in one of 'those' moods, …I'm sure there is a pamphlet for it from the host's special creepy neighbors. There was some ball clamping and some self hypnotism. Superstar Eric Charles Nielson shot a werewolf. The hosts said funny things, very funny stuff. Camp will not compare, but I'll be back before you can say motorcon. Love always, Chuckles
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