Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The Cackle

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A large cackle is reaching to the sky
It's the mid-fifties and laughter so high
Like coming from the mouth of Paul Bunyan
But it's coming from the comedy club: "The Purple Onion"

Not far away was the "hungry i"
Where comics of the day gave a sigh
Their male dominance challenged by a mythical guy: "Fang"
The gender barrier was about to hang.

There were female children across the land
Inspired by the cackle would one day join the comedy band
The likes of Rivers, DeGeneres, Goldberg and Roseanne Barr
With other women would reach the comedy star.

Wild outfits, fuzzy hair, a gold cigarette holder and one-liner bits
Caused audiences to have laughter fits
She took the mighty guffaw
Her true femininity turning it to a gentle laffaw.

Discovered by the king of comedy, Bob Hope
Whisked her to heights showing he was no dope
Putting her in movies, his specials and overseas trips
Made her the queen and also in the chips.

She will eternally be know as Phyllis Diller
Whose comedy act is quite a thriller
So when you hear thunder and lightening cackle
Don't fear, it's only Phyllis making a giant comedy tackle.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Bill Rafferty Is His Name


Back in about nineteen seventy nine
I saw Bill Rafferty's act so fine.
It was at the Punchline comedy club
That was soon to be a San Francisco laughter hub.

It was here I became a Bill Rafferty fan

As his delivery was smoother than anyone else can
Among my neighbors I began to boast
He would make one hell of a TV host.

Not knowing of course he was already with "Real People"

That showed a man running up a wall as high as a steeple
Bill Rafferty was a host among others
who worked together like sisters and brothers.

Earlier Bill Rafferty was in the new "Laugh In"

With Robin Williams and Jim Giovanni, SF's comedy kin
For many other popular shows he was hired.
One of the last being host of "Retired and Wired".

Now he is riding in on a cloud

through skies and oh so proud
Bill has entered Heaven's stage
As St. Pete sends him a final page:

"Your host in the light tonight is Bill Rafferty"!

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Frank Kidder: The Godfather of Comedy


The Creator of the San Francisco International Stand Up Comedy Competition 
or 
How an Oak Tree Died to Give Birth to Part of the Comedy 
Renaissance of the 70s
  
(A brief biography of Frank Kidder from the program for the First Annual Comedy Fest at U.C. Berkeley in 2006. The event was a benefit for The Daily Californian student newspaper. Frank Kidder performed that night with several other comics including his longtime comedy partner Bob Berry, musician-comedian Jim Giovanni and my daughter, Shyama Sachi)

Frank Kidder touched the careers of these comedians on their road to stardom: Robin Williams, Dana Carvey, Ellen DeGeneres, Jerry Seinfeld, Eddie Murphy, Don Novello (Father Guido Sarducci), Kevin Pollak, Sinbad, Michael Pritchard, Marsha Warfield, Roseanne Barr, Steven Wright, to name a few.

It all started in a blizzard on an icy road in Massachusetts on December 16, 1962. Home on leave from the Air Force where Frank was studying to be a radio engineer, he came to a stop sign. Frank had been up for 72 hours. Putting his head down on the steering wheel, he started to doze. His foot slipped onto the gas pedal and the car took off hitting the curb on the other side, spinning around on the ice, it hit another curb and bounced, still spinning. It hit an oak tree 8 feet up at 125 m.p.h., as estimated by police. The car wrapped around the tree with Frank between the tree and the car. The oak tree died.

Frank was clinically dead for 17 minutes. Even after the ambulance crashed on the way to the hospital, Frank survived.

However, his direction in life took a different turn forever. After six major surgeries and much therapy, Frank struggled to get his life back on track. He started back to college but the stress was too much. He was inspired by Norman Cousins’ use of laughter to heal himself and Frank got into comedy for his own therapy. His exposure to comedy was at a comedy workshop at the San Francisco Public Library. It was tough along the way. Frank was a heroin addict for six months. He was a chronic user of pot and booze. He began doing comedy on both the East Coast and the West Coast in San Francisco. He worked the strip clubs and he was a barker in North Beach.

In December 1969, he met Hilda Kidder and eventually they were married in Reno. Frank took her last name. Hilda is a very talented and well-known painter. She was born in Yorkshire, England and studied at the Hull College of Art, Leeds College of Art and the Edinburgh College of Art. By the time she was 25, she was living in London and exhibiting at the Royal Society of Portrait Painters, The Women’s International Art Club, The Royal Society of British Artists, and other exhibitions.  Since 1963, San Francisco has been her home where she has taught painting classes and is known for watercolors of houses and San Francisco streets.  Additionally, she has exhibited at the DeYoung Museum, The Royal Scottish Academy and has a portrait in the permanent collection of the Crocker Art Museum in Sacramento. Also, she had exhibited in Tokyo and with the Austrian Women Artists in Vienna, Austria.

Realizing that there were virtually no venues for stand up comedy, Frank started producing comedy shows at the Coffee Gallery in North Beach, the Hells Angels hang out, where the audiences were so tough that as comedian Lou Felder noted, “If your act was not going over, they whipped the mic out of your hand with a bicycle chain.” Don Novello (Father Guido Sarducci) began performing there, as did A. Whitney Brown (of later Saturday Night Live fame).

A comedian by the name of Freaky Ralph found The Intersection Coffee House on Union Street and Frank moved from The Coffee Gallery to The Intersection and started doing comedy workshops. It was here that a comedian by the name of Jose Simon (the godson of Cantinflas, Mexico’s comedy legend) brought in a young actor by the name of Robin Williams. Robin took the workshop and started doing stand up comedy. Frank had such exercises as comedy wrestling and 20 comedians onstage at once doing their act. Others in the class were Dana Carvey, Bob Sarlatte (present field announcer for the 49ers), A. Whitney Brown, The High Wire Radio Choir with Doug Ferrari and Frank’s longtime partner Bob Berry.

It was here that Frank created the San Francisco International Stand Up Comedy Competition, that much like an ice skating competition, took different areas of a performance and gave points in areas such as stage presence, technique, audience rapport, audience response, material, presentation, etc. The first competition was in April, 1976 and comedian Bill Farley won. Robin came in second. Through the years the comedians mentioned at the beginning used the competition as a step in their rise to fame. The movie “Punchline” starring Tom Hanks and Sally Fields used the competition as an important part of the plot.

For many years, Showtime aired San Francisco International Comedy Competition as the “Big Laugh Off”. The NBC show, “Last Comic Standing” is an outgrowth of Frank’s creation.

Frank has been clean for 18 years. No illegal drugs, no pot, no booze. He credits comedian Michael Pritchard with inspiring him to do this. He is retired now with his wife Hilda and lives on upper Sutter Street in San Francisco, but he is coming out for one more fling to kick off the First Annual Comedy Fest for the Daily Californian (at UC Berkeley, this was written in 2006).

The oak tree was laid to rest in a wood-burning stove somewhere in Massachusetts. Rumor has it although, we’re not really sure of it, that the wood-burning stove was in the house of a young actor who was keeping warm writing a movie script about solving a math problem. Someone we all know got an Oscar in a supporting role because it was such a hot story. The actor was Robin Williams and the film was Good Will Hunting.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

The Golden Sound Tribute Poem and A White Christmas Story Video

Bing Crosby died on October 14, 1977 after playing a round of golf on a course in Spain. He was going to do a benefit for the KMPX Listener’s Guild when he returned to San Francisco. The following is a tribute written in memory of him in late October 1977.

THE GOLDEN SOUND

Once on a little grain of sand that was floating

around in the universe there was a golden sound

that went Bub – Bub – Bub – Boo. With a twist

of a dial through the air it was heard and it was

lasting. Sometimes there was a whistle with the

golden sound: Bub – Bub – Bub – Boo. All who

heard it felt joy and happiness. In fact if there

was sadness anywhere you just had to hear Bub –

Bub – Bub -- Boo and “BING” the sadness turned

to gladness.

Well the time had come when the creator of

everything chose to expand this spirit to all the

grains of sand in the whole universe. Now in all

dimensions whenever there is sadness you can

hear a faint whistle and Bub – Bub – Bub – Boo

and…. “BING”.


This tribute to the eternal Spirit of Bing was written by Walter E. Hogue of “The Friends of the KMPX Listener’s Guild”… The KMPX Listener’s Guild was the group in 1977 that was battling to keep the big band and jazz sound from being taken off the airwaves in the San Francisco Bay Area that year.

The attached video with one of Bing’s golf socks tells of his contribution to entertainment technology and the beginning of singing “White Christmas”.

A White Christmas Story: How Bing Crosby's Love of Golf Catalyzed the Recording Industry

Happy Holidays!

Wally Hogue

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

McDougal Salutes the Class of '54

To the greatest class of all time, the St. Paul class of 1954. From Hogue and McDougal.



Buzzy

Once upon a time in our youth

There was a very happy gang

Who were sometimes a little uncouth

But being teenagers we didn’t have sense

to give a hang.


We went to Saint Paul’s High School

One of us was lanky and tall

A smooth talker who was no fool

Even when convincing you spring was fall.


Buzzy was his nickname

Gerald Farnsworth Fitzgerald his real

Yet we loved him just the same.

Arguing with him was no big deal.


He played football, basketball and ran track.

One winter night with eight of us in a 40’ Hudson car

He argued with us to go back

As we slid down a toboggan slide under a bright star.


Buzzy through it all always hit the books

Even when we were mischievous as Tom Sawyer

And giving him mocking looks

You see Farnsworth like his dad went on to be a lawyer.


Nigh on fifty years Buzzy practiced law and many briefs he had to file.

Married to Carol, three children, three grandchildren

they had.

Charitable endeavors became his style.

Thus when mortal life ended is it really sad?


Because now before heaven’s court

There is a new barrister standing at that bar

Arguing when their time comes a case of this sort

To grant clemency to the rest of the souls who rode in that

40’ Hudson car.


Marilyn My Love

The 40’ Hudson car was the legendary “Blue Goose” of our tenth year in High School. Mr. Bejin, Joe Bejin’s dad, had some dents taken out in his trucking company’s garage after the girls using the goose backed into something denting the trunk on the way to the boys’ baseball game. ( Joan Heidt was steering and Lynn Van Tiem was working the gear shift) Then a short time later we guys crashed head on into a milk truck (my first accident). Joe’s dad not only had the dents taken out but had the car painted a deeper blue with matching fender skirts.

The following story tells of the last trip of the “Blue Goose”.

Back in the summer of 1952 my cousin, David McCarron (18), myself (Had just turned 17.) and David’s friend Bob Walker (His dad was our football teams doctor.) were invited to Niagara Falls by our California Cousin, Betty Lou, who was traveling companion to actress, Jean Peters. They were in Niagara Falls with the film company making the movie: “Niagara” starring Ms. Peters, Joseph Cotton, Don Wilson and Marilyn Monroe. The following poem is my tribute to that adventure and the last of “The Blue Goose”.

My forty Hudson putted along

To the hotel garage in Niagara Falls

Here I hoped to see a living song

As I parked in one of the stalls.

Once inside the hotel room

Of movie star, Jean Peters

My heart gave a boom

As a knock caused a few titters.

In Marilyn Monroe came through the door

Draped only in a towel and bath robe

I prayed not to be a seventeen year old bore

As she touched her left ear lobe.

She asked Jean to borrow a blouse

Standing there, no-make-up, raw beauty

“Gee Lord keep me from being a louse”

As I thought: “She sure is some cutie”.

Later that evening we all had dinner.

She sat across from me, down just a bit

And in my mind I was quite a sinner

But all I could do was be there and sit.

However in my dreams I wanted to

Dance with her, Maybe an adagio

She looked at me and I wanted to coo

Not knowing my rival was Joe DiMaggio.

On our way back home David, Bob Walker and myself were brought back to the real world as I forgot to check the oil in the Hudson and the engine blew up thus the end to the “Blue Goose”.

We were in Canada half way home. Hitch hiking we caught a ride with a hog farmer and his son so we had to ride most of the rest of the way to the border in the bed of the truck with the hogs. We were lamenting: “Whose going to believe that two nights ago we were dining with the stars and now we are riding in a back of a truck with a few pigs?” Looking back they served ham with that dinner. “Could this have been the pigs pay back?”