Johnny was a self admitted weird loner. He did not pretend to be the jovial midwestern boy that his onscreen persona suggested. He usually did not talk to guests during commercials or after the show, although he was known to introduce himself to new guests beforehand to ease the jitters. He never pretended to be a saint. He was the drinker, not Ed. Some of the show was, well just for show. Neither was he a monster. The showbusiness world is full of stories of his quiet generosity.
He made the careers of many talents. Simply appearing on his show could mean tripling your booking price at club gigs. He gave Joan Rivers, an aging mediocre one joke comic who had flittered around the margins for 15 years, a guest host role that paid her a ton, increased her profile and touring income and provided her a springboard to start her own show – on another network in direct competition to him.
Carson would not have felt slighted if Joan Rivers had started up a daytime show, or a sitcom or a prime time variety show. But she expected Carson to respond to this betrayal and direct attempt to take his market away after what he did for her was not appreciated
Joan botched that gig, blamed the failure of the show on her husband Edgar, and drove him to suicide. Yeah, I’ll take her side of the story…
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