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Joe
grew up on TV. It was years before he would get off of it, and
even
then he was never more than a few inches away. He would watch
all the greats, Bob Barker, Guy Smiley, Pat Sajak and he knew,
deep down in his bones that he could be, not just like them, but
Better Than Them. He spent thousands of dollars on diction lessons, worked for hours and hours perfecting phrases like "What do we have for her Johnny" and "I'm sorry, but please take this version of our home game". Taking his meager possessions and a case of hairspray, he flew to L.A. to try his luck. From studio to studio, casting call to casting call, Joe worked the L.A. streets. He came close on several occasions, but would lose out at the last minute to more experienced hosts. Finally, on the verge of giving up, something happened that would forever change his life. He had just auditioned for The Gong Show when the producer, a fat man, sweated up to Joe and said "Hey, you with the hair, can you play a trombone?" Joe didn't know what that was, but he was desperate. "yeah, Sure, I can play a jawbone" "Trombone" "That's what I said, yeah, trawbone". The producer grimaced, but handed Joe a brass colored pipey looking thing that had a part on the front that kept sliding out onto the floor. Soon he had gotten the job of "Blowing out the losers". When given the cue, Joe was to blow the long descending"loser note" signifying that yet another American had left his or her dignity on the stage. Joe loved it and soon could not only pronounce Trombone, but could even spell it. After 10 years on the loser note circuit, Joe moved back to Massachusetts and, using his name recognition, was able to form the Joe Reidy Mime Recovery Service ("A Mime is a Terrible Thing Misplaced") where he works to this day. |
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