Hey, to the Asshole that Grew a Chin: Go fuck yourself. That's right, I'm talking to you Jay Leno. You had one of the best musical acts in a generation on your show last night and you paired them up with Zac "Yeah I do try to stay in shape" Effron and Israel's answer to Miss Cleo. Worst of all you made me sit through them both, in addition to your own personal brand of so-lame-it's-not-even-ironically-funny bullshit, for nearly three quarters of an hour before the luke-warmest of introductions and a couple minutes of musical redemption. And that Jaywalking segment? I hope you get Jayrunoverbyabus.
I could get into the farce that has been your career for the last three decades, but I'm pretty sure the Internet has a word limit. Suffice it to say NBC could roll out Johnny Carson's withered old carcass tomorrow night and it would put on a more entertaining show than you. At the very least I'd laugh knowing you got replaced by a corpse.
PS - When your band leader and chief hanger-on Kevin Eubanks quits on you, it may be time to rethink how you are treating people.
PPS - How's it feel to know Conan O'Brien is a million times more popular than you will ever be and is gonna blow you out of the water from a CABLE CHANNEL?
PPPS - BLOWWWWWWWW ME
"Since huge quantities of information can be computer-digitalized and transmitted, music researchers could, for example, swap records over the Net with "essentially perfect fidelity."
- Rolling Stone, December 7, 1972