Late Night With Conan
If you’re wondering why comedy snobs everywhere are shedding bittersweet tears this week over Conan’s inevitable move to The Tonight Show it’s probably out of a sense of mortality; we all get older. We become the establishment.
It’s not like we’re not happy for Conan. Quite the opposite. Conan made comedy for a niche audience made up of nerds who consider the show “Get A Life” important television. Most of us who were in school in the 90′s love Conan because he was what Letterman was to kids in school in the 80′s– the band leader of an absurd universe that somehow made it to network television.
Of course, Conan isn’t really going anywhere. He’ll probably be hosting The Tonight Show for the next 16 years. We just will miss it the way it was, you know? In our dorm room, a half-empty box of pizza covering up your Boyz II Men tape and then all of a sudden a bear is masturbating on your 16-inch television, or a robot is using the toilet.
Late Night with Conan kept rolling along after our college years were done and gone, but for us the show evaporated from memory like the syllabus to a class on Geology. We were never up that late that often again. The curse of post-college. Every once in awhile though you stayed up to watch the show, maybe had a few too many drinks, and you remembered how bad that TV set was in your dorm room.
Late Night with Conan O’Brien joins The Clap Academy Hall of Fame.