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Royal Marshall RIP


Atlanta radio personality, comedian, father, husband, and friend to so many in this town and elsewhere, Royal Marshall, has died. To say it was unexpected and tragic seems inadequate.

It was unexpected, so very sudden. Last night. He just collapsed and died. He was only 43. And just kinda always out there…. whether on Facebook, or slapping around Boortz as the ubiquitous side man, or doing stand-up at the Punchline.

I had the great fortune to take Jeff Justice’s Level II Comedy Workshoppe with Royal. We all learned so much from watching him, hanging around him, sensing his style and unpretentious, super-smart ways. He was the person in the room everyone wanted to be around. That bright-light personality everyone wanted to bask in and be like.

Royal was just part of being an Atlantan. And now that inherent sense of place and person is gone. I miss him already. RIP Royal. The world needs so many more just like you.

No Twitter for Hitler


Shoot, any MSM news on-air “talent” (network and local) worth their inflated salary and ego can throw a worse hissy fit than this. You learn real early on in a newsroom to duck when those old 3/4″ tape boxes start flying.

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Stoned News Reporter


Jeff Foxworth Will Make You Cry


Of course we’re used to Foxworthy making us laugh our butts off. In the analog days of yore, when I’d get bored on my constant roadtripping back and forth between South Carolina and Atlanta, I’d pull over to any ‘ole gas station along I-20 and pop-in for yet another Jeff Foxworthy cassette. Then I’d just moreorless crack myself up for another hour or so. Before I knew it, there I’d be.

I still get stupid-laughing thinking about Foxworthy rambling on about his liquored-up dad pulling his ski-boat along the highway, despite the fact that the ski-boat fell off the trailer numerous exits ago.

Today, Jeff talks to the AJC about what being a dad, father, brother, son is all about – for him. Get a hankie. From the most excellent Phil Kloer:

Foxworthy has a home office, but he prefers to set his laptop on the breakfast bar. The couple’s daughters, 16-year-old Jordan and 13-year-old Juliane (“Jules”), sometimes do their homework at the kitchen table. And on a shelf is a little glass bottle full of tiny plastic beads a friend gave Jeff and Gregg six years ago.

“He said, ‘This is how many more weekends you have with your kids'” before college, Jeff explains. “One bead for every weekend.”

“We’re supposed to take a bead out every week,” says Gregg, his wife of 23 years. “But we just couldn’t bear to do it. It would hurt too much.”

The little bottle of beads is a lot of what Jeff Foxworthy, at age 49, is about these days. He frequently makes career decisions, including turning down feature film and stand-up offers, on the basis of how long and how far it will take him away from home.

“My life is centered around them,” he says. “I’m a dad and a husband and a brother and a son and a friend. I like what I do, but it’s not what I am.”

Full story here.

Atlanta Mediarati



Many modes of Atlanta media collided in the midst of a tornado-warning storm with aplomb, and some help from Hair Color For Men, yesterday at the lovely Buckhead home of film critic, Eleanor Ringel Cater.

At a cocktail party given by Ringel, her husband Arthur Cater, Lisa & Bill Tush, and Tom Houck to celebrate the release of their mutual friend Richard Zoglin’s new book, Comedy At The Edge: How Stand-Up in The 1970’s Changed America, politics edged into the drawing room, quite literally, when Rep. John Lewis, the subject of national media buzz on every political hack show just hours before, dropped-in and said a few funny, mostly non-political bon motes for a crowded foyer, unless you call announcing the pending marriage of Tom Houck something political. (Who exactly Houck is to be marrying remained something of a mystery as no one could seem to find more than the usual supply of former Houck fiances on-hand at the Ringel-Cater home.)

Even alt-media trekked up Peachtree in driving rain to make this seriously uptown party. Stomp and Stammer writers Glen Sarvady and Tom Roche were standing by lest things got too crashingly MSM. Sarvady’s writer wife, the wicked-funny Andrea Sarvady, found lately traipsing through the AJC, was delightfully along for the soiree as well.

Best thing spotted all night? No, not David T. Lindsay (who was of course not there), but the custom-built shelving created just for Ms. Ringel Cator’s real-deal movie schwag. You might have a house at St. Simon’s. You might have an iPhone and a trust fund. You might have a beautiful third spouse and a home theater, but I doubt you have the authentic schwag to go along with your rental DVDs. And oh yes dear, the logo-edorned Bridget Jones’s Diary granny panties were hard not to slip into my latest Target purse.

Fortunately, this Mostly Media maven came safely home through all the challenging elements, via her own carriage, to a deeply satisfying Colin Firth-as-the-ultimate-Darcy (Pride and Prejudice) on Masterpiece, the show formerly known as Masterpiece Theater. Change the title all you want, but never mess with my smoldering, plucky Brits.

But here’s a little Cowboys and Colored People if you woke-up feeling a bit raunchy and kinda 70’s America.