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Darrell Vickers – Ted Zeigler: Part 7 – Boy, I Could Sure Use It!

Posted in Humour, life, Opinion, Review, Television with tags , , , , , , , on January 18, 2022 by segarini

It was just another, dreary, chaotic, backstabbing, life-sucking day on “Thicke of the Night” when I first espied the one and only Theodore L. Zeigler bounding into view. He was loping down the hallway of the production office in his rainbow suspenders, looking for all the world like a 3-D Robert Crumb cartoon. Little did I suspect that this lanky, eccentrically attired, grey-haired curiosity would one day change my life forever.

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Darrell Vickers – Ted Zeigler Part 6: On a Winger and a Prayer

Posted in Humour, Opinion, Review, Television, Work with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 16, 2021 by segarini

Time waits for no man but it can make your colors more vibrant and your whites even white-ier. Sorry, that’s Tide. I always get those two mixed up. Forget I ever said anything.

A New Beginning:

While our rubber-faced future manager was scattering the unfunny ashes of the Sonny and Cher reunion show over the gritty-to-the-taste waters of the Ganges, Murray had a drastically different, more revolutionary idea about where his glimmering future lay. No longer would he be beholden to “The Man” for his thin, sugar-free slice of the pie. Langston Enterprises would forge its own resplendent destiny and create a veritable Marie Callender’s of fruit-filled crusts for him to feast upon. 

Thusly, our fiscally astute funnyman decided to pour the entirety of his hard, TV-earned cash into a comedy club – a business venture that traditionally has the lifespan of listing fairground goldfish.

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Darrell Vickers – Ted Zeigler: Part Five – Cher and Cher Alike

Posted in Humour, life, Opinion, Review, Television, Work with tags , , , , , , on December 8, 2021 by segarini

Life has many ups and downs. Ebbs and flows. Yins and Yangs. Windshields and wipers. Lavernes and Shirleys. I think you get where I’m going with this.  

“The Sonny and Cher Show” was a huge hit but Ted’s marriage was not. After a number of shaky years and some very frosty fluffing of pillows, his “Let no man put asunder” had finally collapsed like a Walmart garden shed. The compulsorily bachelored Zeigler suddenly found himself residing in a Hollywood apartment barely big enough to accommodate his chin, while the rest of his family continued to abide with his ex in the most Christian town this side of Nuremburg, Thousand Oaks.

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Darrell Vickers – Ted Zeigler Part Four: It’s Always Sonny in California

Posted in Humour, life, Opinion, Review, Television, Work with tags , , , , , , , , on November 10, 2021 by segarini

By 1971, Theodore L. Zeigler’s career was at its zenith. And you could watch him on your Zenith every Sunday night by way of “The Sonny and Cher Show.” The Face that Launched a Thousand Quips quickly graduated from doing spot work on “The Andy Williams Show,” where he was caught committing acts against the laws of hibernation with Cookie Bear, to being a full-time regular on a top ten smash hit. And that’s where he met…

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Darrell Vickers – Ted Zeigler Part Three: Hollywood!

Posted in life, Opinion, Review, Television, Work with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 2, 2021 by segarini

By the 1960s-killing-year of 1970, Ted had decided to seek fame and fortune in a place where a vast majority of people with that very same dream end up as drug addicts, prostitutes and off-ramp pre-loved churro vendors. But having streets paved with the shattered souls of generations of the young and hopeful did not make him any less amorous for the glamorous, so he loaded up the truck and he moved to Beverly.

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Darrell Vickers – Ted Zeigler Part Two

Posted in Humour, life, Opinion, Review, Television with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 27, 2021 by segarini

           

It’s 1959, okay? Cold war across the U.S.A. Our future manager and the rest of the bewildered Zeigler clan had scurried off to Australia, far from the nuclear winter that would soon melt the rest of us into sticky shadows on the sidewalk. This alcoholic penal colony was infested with squads of fussy little men zipping hither and yon in search of houses with television aerials. Apparently, much like Britain, Aussieland had a TV tax and if you didn’t possess the required pricey license to watch “Skippy, the Bush Kangaroo” or “The Flying Doctor”, someone would come a-rappin’ upon your door and damn well demand you purchase one. It’s uncertain whether Theodore ever threw a shrimp onto a barbie during his time “down there” but he did almost lose a number of his domino-sized teeth one bright aft, by puttering out of his driveway and ramming into a car not driving on the “American” side of the road.

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Darrell Vickers – Ted Zeigler Part One – The Mistake That Made Our Career

Posted in Humour, life, Opinion, Review, Television with tags , , , , , , , on October 20, 2021 by segarini

           

Pre-Preface:

            A massive Thank You! to Bob Zeigler and Shallyn Shilton for their incalculable help piecing together this epic tale of a timeless man.

            Preface:

            Andrew and I were done like the crossword on a Goodwill Partridge Family album. Finished like Pee Wee Herman in a porn theater. Completely Ka-Fucking-Put! With one asinine decision, we’d transformed ourselves into Mason Reese plus Donny Most with a soupcon of Randy Quaid thrown in for good measure. Who else but insane, loony dunderheads would quit “Thicke of the Night” with no prospects, almost no contacts and very little money to tide them over? And tide us over ‘til when? Who was going to hire a couple of career-destroying, anonymous Canadian fuckups who’d only been in town for ten minutes? Yes, Nicholls & Vickers were well and truly Fatty Arbuckled and it was their own damn fault. We were subsisting in a cockroach-infested apartment in a hostile foreign land and the concierge thought we were gay. Luckily (and this is luck bordering on divine intervention), a complete misunderstanding was about to land us a half-blind manager with a brain tumor. And that one mistake would eventually lead us to four Emmy nominations and becoming two of the most envied writers in Hollywood. 

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George Carlin – Part Three: Simon Says

Posted in Humour, Opinion, Review, Television, Work with tags , , , , , , on October 5, 2021 by segarini

And the years passed quickly, much like that Kentucky Fried Chicken I found at the side of the highway.  

Although we occasionally admired the same stalks of corn in a field, it took nigh on a decade before Andrew and I had the honor of working for Mr. Carlin again. Ten years in television is equivalent to 17 lifetimes in any other profession. In that devilish and dastardly decennium, we had tragically transmogrified from a couple of talented, plucky kids to gnarly old men who had to chip the barnacles off their souls each morning before coming into work.

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Pat Blythe – Will we ever learn? Kensington punks……and music

Posted in Books, Canadian Music, COVID 19, life, music, Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2021 by segarini

As I write this, today is the 21st day of September in the year 2021…..twenty-one years into the 21st century already! If we take a hard look back in the history books, has humankind really and truly changed? Are we more civilized, more intelligent, more advanced, more knowledgeable (or better at using the knowledge we have accumulated); more accepting, more just…..? I’m not so sure. Appearances can be deceiving!

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Darrell Vickers – George Carlin: Part One – He Hired Who?

Posted in Humour, life, Opinion, Review, Television, Work with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 21, 2021 by segarini

     In 1973, George Carlin was an absolute filthy sensation. “FM & AM”, “Class Clown” and “Occupation: Foole” had taken an easily scandalized world by storm. Who knew mentioning “cocksucker, motherfucker and tits” (which sounds like Jimmy Swaggart’s room service order at a Baptist convention) could be so uproarious? I can recall precisely where I was the first time I laid my tender ears upon “The Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television.” A shindig was being thrown for the young and swingin’ volunteers of the local, government-mandated Cable Access station. We, the young and unpaid, sat around that north Oshawa living room in stitches while Bill Ridell, the government-mandated station manager, mimed along with the shockingly brilliant piece.

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