Talkshow with Spike Feresten

I really liked this show, it stood out from other talk shows.

It was October 2006, the first season of Talk Show with spike feresten and I found myself in the audience, awaiting the talk show host I'd never heard of before. A glittery and well lit background of a colorful city night loomed artistically behind a desk and cushion chair. I became mesmerized by the little city that leaked subtle hints of mature sexuality, a fantasy city with classically scripted titles on its buildings, an adults getaway that assured gratification of sexual curiosities. And then Spike Feresten was introduced and a very attractive and boyish looking man walked out to greet the patient but excited audience. I thought he was funny right away. He was cute, he was funny, and I felt happy. Somehow the show felt intimate, though many people filled many rows. As I watched him speak, a mischevious grin on his youthful face, I thought he reminded me of an East Indian man. Strange I thought, this clearly Caucasian man that carried an essence of India. The show started and finished in no time and a buoyant audience reluctantly got up, much lighter than we had been at the start of the show.
Spike Feresten looks great in jeans and a sweatshirt, holding a microphone as he interviews the next naive victims of Hollywood Douchebags. And what's cuter than seeing him invade the space of innocent civilians that are unfortunate enough to slightly resemble a celebrity in Idiot Paparazzi?
I've been back many times since the first time I saw Talk Show with spike feresten. And each time I am lured in again by the reds and blues of the sparkly city set, enchanted again by his warmhearted charm, by his deliberate and cleverly delivered comic relief. And what is it about his soft, yet glowing and penetrating blue eyes when he prepares to speak, taking in a side glance of the audience, listening for cues from his camera crew? Or his listening ear as it stills and focuses on direction from sound people in the back of the room?

I really don't like. Conan started out bad, but he always had such a self deprecating way about him that you ended up rooting for the guy. And then when he got good it was fun to watch him make fun of himself. This Spike guy just comes off smug, and the 80's style Letterman bits I've seen seem contrived up against the seemingly thousands of talk show hosts out there competing for my latenight viewership. BRING MADTV BACK TO LIFE! A pox on you Fox (hey, pox on Fox!)