411: 'Saturday Night Live'...Yawn

The cover story of this week's Village Voice is about the newly stripped-down, post-Tina Fey Saturday Night Live, which interested us for one reason only...our make believe boyfriend Andy Samberg is on the cover. *Sigh.* Beyond that, the piece is well-crafted but tells us nothing more than the current cast is boring. Almost everyone's in a relationship, they're one big family, blah fuckety blah. What happened to the golden age of SNL? We don't want to read about harmony, we want dysfunction. We want to hear that Keenan was banging some ho in the writer's room after snortin' an eightball. We want Fred Armison about to go onstage with a needle dangling out of his arm. We really, really want Andy Samberg in a fourgy with some hot rent-a-studs. Is that too much to ask, SNL?

That said, the article doesn't delve into the goings on at the after-after parties. Here's hoping someone is keeping the show's notorious legacy alive. Seth Meyers, pick up the crackpipe for fuck's sake.

For a peek into the good old naughty days, read Live From New York: An Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live.

That '70s Show [Village Voice]

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