
The New Yorker published a good article about it. The author captures quite well my own early experience with the show(s). When I was a teenager in the 90s, it felt subversive and awesome.

Looking for something like the first picture above, I found another article which explained that that danger and weirdness came from desperation. Late Night almost didn't make it at the beginning. Letterman had been playing it safe. When cancellation loomed just six weeks in, he decided to go wild, which quickly led to success.

Canned hams, Boutros Boutros-Ghali, Rupert's deli, bowling on 53rd St...there's a few things I remember from my personal "classic era" of Late Night and Late Show. Do you have any such fond memories?

I'll tell you what I won't miss, though: Paul Shaffer. His constant brown-nose chuckling really gets on my nerves. Ugh!




