Remembered this quasi-philosophical and starkly honest self-appraisal by Norm Macdonald, standup comedian and SNL host. Read it for stunning clarity about life and fame and luck and what comes after.
THE FINAL CHAPTER
There is the way things are and then the way the things appear, and it is the way things appear, even when false, that is often the truest. If I am remmembered, it will always be by the four years I spent at Saturday Night Live and, maybe even more than that, by the events surrounding my departure from that show. As long as SNL exists, then so do I.
When people come to see me do stand-up, it is because somewhere in their memory I live on SNL, dressed as a young Burt Reynolds, insisting Alex Trebek refer me as Turd Ferguson. And they come to see me and I am oldand fat and I don’t mention SNL and I do my answering-machine joke and they are happily disappointed. After the show, they stand beside ,e and take pictures, the way you would would with a donkey at the side of a road. They tell me they are big fans and they don’t care what their girlfriends says. They understand me even though they know good and well that nobody else does, I’m dry, they say. The next time I come to their town, they don’t show up.
It can be difficult to define yourself by something that happened so long ago and is gone forever. It’s like a fellow at the end of the bar telling no one in particular about the silver medal he won in high school track, the one he still wears around his neck.
The only thing an old man can tell a young man is that it goes fast, real fast, and if you're not careful it's too late. Of course, the young man will never understand this truth.
But looking back now, I can see that my life since SNL has been a full sprint, trying with all my might to outrun the wolves of irrelevancy snapping at my heels. It has been in vain, of course. They caught and devoured me years ago. But not completely. Lorne would see to that.
My foot would still make a vague imprint; my self would still cast a faint shadow. And years later, I would write a book. And not only write it but be in it as well.
I think a lot of people feel sorry for you if you were on SNL and emerged from the show anything less than a superstar. They assume you must be bitter. But it is impossible for me to be bitter.
I’ve been lucky.
If I had to sum up my whole life, I guess those are the words I would choose, all right.
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And as for my gambling, it’s true I lost it all a few times. But that’s becaue eI always took the long shot and it never came in. But I still have some time before I cross that river. And if you’re at thetable and you’re rolling them bones, then there’s no money in playing it safe. You have to take all your chips and put them on double six and watch as every eye goes to you abd then to those red dice doing their wild dance and freezing time before finding the cruel green felt.
I’ve been lucky.
Noam Macdonald