While no one could cut a promo quite like the late Dr. Gene, only now has it occurred to me just how closely he resembled Bill Walton.
While no one could cut a promo quite like the late Dr. Gene, only now has it occurred to me just how closely he resembled Bill Walton.
Alas, I’ve never seen Bill Walton wear two pairs of glasses at once, which was probably my favorite of Dr. Gene’s contributions to the world of style.
As much I’m not into the god talk, I think we all owe a debt to Dr. Gene Scott for his willingness to fund Booker T and the MGs’ retirement with his endless use of “Green Onions” during the helicopter shots, and his charts on the dry erase board, which were compelling contributions to the abstract expressionism canon.
I think I had a letter pubed in that issue of ‘Daddy…or was it the Marlon Brando one where he is farting in the Missouri breaks while wearing a dress, I forget.
It wasn’t a sleepover without terrorizing the poor operators over at Gene HQ. I’ll never forget that 800 number. Or that horse–Whippoorwill–that used to prance around between rants. Or that cigar-twirl signal that meant “get that goddamn camera off of me and show hot air balloons for the next five minutes.”
“I’m giving you a straight dose of ****?”
I’d like to think that David Caruso’s sublime shade-work on CSI: Miami all these years is merely prologue for his upcoming role in a Gene Scott 8-hour biopic (co-starring Patricia Heaton, Gil Gerard & Nikki Cox).
Or “to his…” – proper preposition use is for hippies.