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TT: Johnny Carson, R.I.P.

January 23, 2005 by Terry Teachout

Johnny Carson, who died this morning at the age of 79, devoted most of his adult life to that most ephemeral of endeavors, hosting a late-night talk show. I must have seen several hundred episodes of The Tonight Show in my lifetime, and I even went out of my way to watch the last one, yet I doubt I’ve thought of Carson more than once or twice in the thirteen years since he retired, just as I doubt that anyone now alive can quote from memory anything he said on any subject whatsoever.

By an odd coincidence, I happened to see a clip from The Tonight Show last night, on stage at the Acorn Theatre, where the New Group is reviving David Rabe’s Hurlyburly, a play set in Hollywood in the early Eighties. In the last scene, Ethan Hawke watches TV as he snorts all the cocaine he can cram up his nose, and it’s Carson that he watches, ranting wildly all the while. It startled me to hear again the once-familiar theme song and Ed McMahon’s stentorian Heeeeeere’s…Johnny!, yet a moment later I asked myself, How many people in this theater recognize the man on the screen? Not many, I fear.

Strange, then, to think that Carson was once one of the most powerful people in show business, that he could make (or break) careers, that his quips were quoted constantly, at least in the first years of his tenure. He gradually lost interest in The Tonight Show, appearing less and less frequently and to steadily diminishing effect, and in his last few seasons he bordered on self-caricature. Not that there’d ever been much to parody: his comedy routines were dullish, his charmingly casual manner too slender a reed to support vivid impersonation. My parents’ generation recalls Steve Allen and Jack Paar, his predecessors, in a way they don’t and won’t recall Carson, partly because TV was still something of a novelty back then but mostly because they were so much more idiosyncratic as personalities, Paar in particular. What’s more, they took chances, something Carson never did. He always played it safe.

The obits are being written now, the TV retrospectives being readied for tonight’s newscasts, and I’m sure they’ll be properly sentimental and respectful. I might even tune in NBC, his old network, to see what they have to offer. But probably not: I’m increasingly disinclined to wallow in nostalgia about nothing, which is what will be on tap for the next couple of days. And after that? A fast fade to black, I expect. American popular culture is cruel and brutal when it comes to the immediate past: it respects only extreme youth, and has no time for the day before yesterday.

All of which somehow makes me feel sorry for Johnny Carson. I wonder what he thought of his life’s work? Or how he felt about having lived long enough to disappear into the memory hole? At least he had the dignity to vanish completely, retreating into private life instead of trying to hang on to celebrity by his fingernails. Perhaps he knew how little it means to have once been famous.

OGIC: Carson captured

January 23, 2005 by Terry Teachout

The very long, very ambivalent entry for Johnny Carson in David Thomson’s Biographical Dictionary of Film contains too many truly bon bon mots to cite them all here. You may as well throw a dart. I don’t have a dart, but I choose an excerpt that captures the man’s characteristic contradiction by invoking another popular icon of his heyday:

He was all antennae, sweeping an audience for sullenness or the sweet mercy that liked him. “I don’t know why, but I’m in a silly mood tonight,” he’d claim, a thousand times, trying to believe it. Whereas Johnny Carson was about as silly as Jack Nicklaus putting for money.

For what it’s worth, I’m a little too young to know what I think about Carson. My parents watched him, but by the time I was staying up that late there was Letterman, whose first NBC show I’d watch after my parents had gone to bed. So I have a certain nostalgia-once-removed for Carson’s Tonight Show. It was the show I mildly looked forward to being old enough to watch, but whose appeal had dwindled and been displaced by the time I was.

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This is a blog about the arts in New York City and the rest of America, written by Terry Teachout. Terry is a critic, biographer, playwright, director, librettist, recovering musician, and inveterate blogger. In addition to theater, he writes here and elsewhere about all of the other arts--books, … [Read More...]

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Billy and Me, my second play, received its world premiere on December 8, 2017, at Palm Beach Dramaworks in West Palm Beach, Fla. Satchmo at the Waldorf, my first play, closed off Broadway at the Westside Theatre on June 29, 2014, after 18 previews and 136 performances. That production was directed … [Read More...]

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