First, let me say that I love those moments when Patton Oswalt, Paul F., John Hodgman, Zach Owlifianakis or any of the other members of the Best Show Comedy Mafia call in or visit for an extended period of time and let us all in; giving us a chef's-table-view, if you will, of the high-end comedy sausage being made. I mean, I bought my Patton Oswalt tickets for October about 2 months ago, and I've been checking the calendar daily ever since...
That said, I've gotta say that the six-hour celebrity marathon, instead of completely sating my Best Show cravings, actually made me feel a little hungry for the old-school, classical model of the Best Show. I mean, this is getting to be a pretty regular thing. Aimee Mann and Patton pay a visit. Paul F. Tompkins co-hosts in studio. The Mike Show hosts Kevin Smith...
Is it just me? I like the suspense of wondering "Is this going to be a three-hour dud?", "Is PBR going to call?" , "Where's Fredricks?", and certainly not least, "Is Julie drunk, AGAIN?" This week's show, which was certainly back in the classical mode, was like a homecoming party for a high-school I wish I had attended. I was home again.
It's probably above my paygrade to even suggest such a thing, but here goes anyway. I propose that for the next three weeks the Best Show goes "NO CELEBRITIES". No Mike Show, not even a Julie Show, no extended interviews... Just the MAN and the microphone, and all you crazy nutballs I've come to love so well.
Humbly submitted,
-Not That James