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Jul 9, 05 10:11 AM

Scrap and Handsome Dan in the Halls of NBC.


We taped Last Call with Carson Daly last night--I think it airs next Friday, the 15th.


I get a perverse satisfaction from turning down the limo that NBC provides, but rather taking the F train to Rockefeller Center. I did the same thing when we did Letterman a couple weeks ago. I don't know why. I get a little jittery doing TV, maybe taking my routine public transport makes me feel a little more on a normal plane. I'm no self-abnegating indie rocker, I'll take luxury when it's on offer. Usually.

The show tapes in a studio on the same floor as SNL; we were hanging out in those hallways that always appear on the show when, like, Hillary Swank or Alec Baldwin walks offstage mid-monologue to talk to Lorne Michaels. That was quite trippy. And they put us in a dressing room among the cast dressing rooms, down the hall from Rachel Dratch and Kenan Thompson. I wandered around looking for Maya Rudolph's dressing room--huge crush on Maya Rudolph--until I looked at the little plaque on the door, and realized that they had actually put us in Maya Rudolph's dressing room.

It was just a drab, institutional old dressing room with tattered carpet and a ratty grey couch. The only hints that she might've been there were VHS tapes marked "Next Top Model" and "Diana Ross"--both characters she does on the show, were these study guides?


Our drummer, Pete McNeal, the Man of Feel, the Broth Cop, was unable to fly to NY from LA, so we did it stripped down, just Dan and Andrew and I. Sounded good, especially "Starbucks." There was a cute Latina-looking girl wearing a grey top in the front row when we played; when I got back to the dressing room, Chuck and John B. from ATO went, "So who was the girl in the front row?!" You saw the front row? "No, but we were watching you on the monitors and you so obviously gave somebody the look."

I have a "the look" look? Sigh. I spose I do. I went down into the SNL hallway to wander nonchalantly as the audience filed out, in the hopes of bumping into the cute Latina girl in the grey top, but all I found was a dude handing out free t-shirts promoting Vivica A. Fox's new Lifetime movie.

We packed up the gear and went far far out to Midwood, Brooklyn, where we did a little post-taping get-together at DiFara's, which is--and I loathe hyperbole, so this is saying something--the best pizza I've ever had, and ditto for Dan, Andrew, and Chuck, their girlfriends, and Andrew's friend Jason and daughter Larry. The pizza is made by this shuffling, sweet old guy named Dominic, who's been there a thousand years. He grows his own basil in the shop's windowsill, and removes the hot pizza--cheese bubbling like lava!--from the oven with his bare hands.

We neglected to invite Carson, who was a very, very nice and genuine guy. I thought he'd decline, but then again, we exchanged email addresses, and I emailed him when I got home to thank him for having us, and he emailed back thirty seconds later. So perhaps he wasn't busy that evening.

Nor did we invite Vivica A. Fox, whom I did not meet, but saw striding imperiously through the SNL corridor as I munched on an oatmeal raisin cookie from the buffet in the dressing room.


Posted by Mike at July 9, 2005 10:11 AM