![]() ![]() ![]() When I was in seventh grade, everyone said SNL was only great with the original cast (Chevy Chase, Gilda Radner, Steve Martin) and that nothing would become of the comics on the show in the early 90s (Chris Rock, Chris Farley, Mike Myers). The first thing I learned is that everyone, always, will say SNL is terrible right now, but that it was wonderful back when they started watching – which, for most people, was when they were in junior high school. It was a fun and wonderful and hard, and a strange job right out of college. I also pitched jokes to Weekend Update, and though Colin Quinn twice tried them out for the dress rehearsal, nothing I wrote ever made it to air. I became an intern during my senior year of film school (during the season when Monica Lewinsky, America’s most famous intern, came on to play herself), and then I landed a job as a lowly script assistant in the anniversary 25th season. Having gone to a dress rehearsal years before with my friend Ryan, right before I started at NYU, I dreamed of working at SNL someday. I feel geezerly recalling that there was only one internet connection in the SNL writing offices and outright ancient thinking back on how I copied and pasted Xeroxes of newspaper stories for the writers pre-mass use of Google, and made tape-to-tape analogue video copies for the actors because YouTube hadn’t been invented.īut back then I felt young, for I was one of the first staff members to have been born after the live comedy show started broadcasting on NBC from 30 Rockefeller Center. I feel old remembering that Tina Fey was the head writer, didn’t appear on camera and wasn’t a celebrity. I worked at the show in seasons 24 and 25, when I was 25. ![]() S eeing Saturday Night Live turn 40 makes me feel really old. ![]()
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