Seinfeld: A Love Letter – The Golden Age, Part I

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I want to preface this by saying that to cram the best three seasons of the greatest TV show of all time into one digestible post would be a true disservice to the show.  So much could be written about these seasons (and even each episode) that I really don’t know where to truly begin or end. So, I’ve decided to break this second era (“The Golden Age”) into two segments. We’ll do a little background, reminiscing, and one full episode breakdown below, followed by a separate post in the coming days specifically focused on what is possibly one of the finest episodes in TV history.

Regarding the Seinfeld series overall, I was originally going to write three separate Seinfeld posts (one on each three-season era).  However, since we’re now on pace to have a total of at least four, I have a feeling that posts about the show will continue to surface indefinitely on NMNY. And while I know that even two posts on these middle three seasons doesn’t provide the era the justice it deserves, we must push forward and honor Jerry the Great, lest we succumb to the fate of the Today Sponge.


I have to believe that few would argue Seasons 4 through 6 of Seinfeld (airing from 1992-1995, which feels surprisingly early) weren’t the show’s Golden Age.  And yes, even a show as fantastic as Seinfeld, where every season and every episode has its highlights, has its relative downfall, where they too, jump the shark.  Now, whether that occurred with Susan’s death, when Larry left the show, or during the finale itself is a whole separate conversation for The Cartoon Years.  But we can go back to that later on.

So what makes Seasons 4-6 the Golden Age?  First off, during the first three seasons of the show, Seinfeld never once cracked the Top 30 in the Nielsen ratings.  Then, in 1992 they slipped in at 25 for Season 4, and then climbed to 3 and 1 respectively the following years. In fact, Season 4 ended up being rated the number one television season of all time by TV Guide.*

At this point, Seinfeld had started to become the talk at the water-cooler (a concept on its own which would be completely foreign to Jerry), and the show took on that “Breaking Thrones” effect, where the question changed from “Do you watch?” to utter disbelief if someone didn’t. The show was presenting absurd premises (The Bubble Boy, Junior Mint, Puffy Shirt, and Marine Biologist come to mind)  in a realistic way, with characters who had now matured – not as people, of course – but into their solidified on-screen personas. They had hit the peak; it was real, and it was spectacular.


Season 4’s specific success parallels the 7th season of Curb Your Enthusiasm, with the show-within-a-show story arc guiding many of the episodes (“Jerry” in Season 4, and “The Seinfeld Reunion” in Curb). I’m thankful my Seinfeld obsession was shared by many others by the time the Feld reunion aired, as many of us crowded around within The Nursery to watch the projector for the semi-nostalgic bliss that was that season’s finale.

*As apt as I am at creeping around Google, I really can’t seem to verify this outside of a Seinfeld-specific wiki site, but it’s all someone’s opinion anyway, so I’m OK with it.

 

"The Nursery" (61 West Kendrick), where the Seinfeld Reunion viewing party was held.

“The Nursery” (61 West Kendrick), home to the Seinfeld Reunion viewing party.

Season 4 alone brought us Kramer in LA (“The Trip”, parts one and two), “The Bubble Boy”, “The Virgin”, “The Pick”, “The Outing”, “The Implant”, “The Junior Mint”, everything centering around the “Jerry” pilot, and yes, “The Contest”.

Getting to rewatch Jeremy Piven play “George” after enjoying years of Entourage, and to enter college armed and ready with trivia that Bob Balaban (a.k.a. Russell Dalrymple) was in fact a Phi Tau (the original) at Colgate allowed the show to transcend time, seamlessly blending my youth with the years ahead.

And if I may, here’s one more fun fact about the “Jerry” pilot:

Larry Hankin, who plays Tom Pepper, who steals the raisins and plays Kramer in the fake pilot – can be seen in both Billy Madison (as Eric Gordon’s sidekick), as well as Home Alone (as Officer Balzak, dunking that donut – “Has the child been involved in violence with a drunk family member?”).

And yes, Hankin was also one of the many Seinfeld-Breaking Bad connections as well.

Now, before progressing into what I feel is the obvious (and deserving) choice for the best episode of the era, I’d like to discuss the finale of the 5th season. I can’t honestly say if I think this is one of my top five episodes of all time; but, I really can’t rank 90% of the episodes anyway, so I’m going to discuss it here.


Season 5, Episode 22 (Finale): The Opposite

What begins as the ever-familiar uneven conversation of George examining his failed adulthood, quickly morphs into an all-out reversal of actions. Knowing that “every decision [he’s] ever made…has been wrong” leads George to alter every bit of his daily routine and instinct, beginning with swapping out tuna salad for chicken. Soon after, he notices an attractive woman staring towards their table (Dedee Pfeiffer, sister of Michelle), and with only a hint of hesitation, George approaches and declares, “My name is George. I’m unemployed and I live with my parents.”

The rest of the episode follows George as he continues to find success with a newfound Peter Gibbons looseness and confidence (first the beautiful woman, followed by a job with the Yankees [albeit as the assistant to the traveling secretary]), while Elaine gets dumped, kicked out of her apartment building, and single-handedly brings Pendant Publishing (those bastards) to the ground.  As she states it, “[She’s] become George.”


I can’t help but keep thinking about Season 8’s “The Abstinence” when analyzing “The Opposite”, as we deal with a similar situation (George’s improved intellect, with Elaine’s own abstinence draining her of all intellectual capabilities).  The fact that Seinfeld is able to successfully create these alternate versions of the characters speaks to the ability of the writers and actors to create such strong, unwavering characters in the first place.  They’d gotten to a point where the characters were so well defined that they could manipulate and bend them in way to propel things to another level (and at this point, not in a cartoony, caricature of a way).  We’re four seasons in and we know enough about George’s life and mannerisms that it’s utterly absurd to see him behave this way.

It seems as if the show picked up on this too, as even beyond “The Abstinence” we get another role reversal later on in “The Bizarro Jerry”, and then a literal reversal of time in “The Betrayal”.  George’s ability to succeed with women returns during “The Little Kicks”, when he’s portrayed as the “bad seed” in Elaine’s office as a scapegoat for her dancing.  With “The Opposite” and “The Little Kicks”, it’s as if George has unknowingly discovered Neil Strauss’ world a decade early.

Of course, throughout all of this in “The Opposite”, Jerry’s life remains exactly the same – he’s Even Steven – and today, this coincides with his easy-going self. He spends his time buying cars, living in Billy Joel’s old Hamptons home during the summer, and doing charity work and stand-up (often simultaneously).  My favorite line in the first season of Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee is when Ricky Gervais says to Seinfeld, “You’re like a young king, aren’t you?” poking fun at Jerry’s free-wheeling personality and ability to live his life in any way he pleases.  And he is.  With Jerry’s real life persona so closely mimicking the character “Jerry”, it can be tough to remember that Jason, Julia, and Michael don’t act like their characters in real life too.  I’ll count that as a testament to the show’s writing and each of their acting capabilities.


It’s also in “The Opposite” that we start to see Seinfeld’s “celeb pull” at work when Kramer appears on Regis and Kathie Lee to promote his coffee table book.  Sure, Season 3 featured Keith Hernandez in “The Boyfriend” two-parter, but to snag a couple of talk show hosts from a non-NBC show seems like a big step up.  As the show went on, these guest celebrities increased, both as Jerry’s girlfriends (Terri Hatcher, Courtney Cox, Janeane Garofalo, Amanda Peet, Laurie Laughlin, and the list goes on…), and as athletes and better-known faces (think Letterman, Gumbel, and Giuliani).

It still boggles my mind that Derek Jeter made a guest appearance on “The Abstinence” and will be suiting up for the Yanks tonight, especially when a comparable guest appearance was made by Paul O’Neill, who’s been retired since I was in middle school. It’s a shame the joy I’ll feel on September 28th when the Yankees miss the playoffs will be clouded by the notion that the seemingly perpetual Jeter-Seinfeld connection will also be coming to a close.

I’ll finish with a mention two of the more obscure, lesser-known Seinfeld guest appearances that get me especially giddy:

In “The Fire”, there is a scene where George is speaking to “Eric the Clown” at his girlfriend’s son’s birthday party. George is baffled and upset that Eric doesn’t know who Bozo is, and later is the first to flee the apartment when a fire breaks out, tossing women and children to the side in the process. Eric ends up putting out the fire with one of his big shoes, saving the day and leaving George to bask only in his selfish flames. Completely covered in clown makeup, a wig, suit, and recognizable only by the familiar brusque tone we’ve become familiar with over the years (“Any Glen.”), Eric is played by Jon Favreau a full two years before Swingers came out.

It took a bit longer for my second-favorite guest to become a familiar face – and even now, he’s pushing B-list. Seen in “The Burning” as a medical student guessing the ailments of Kramer and Mickey as they “act” out various diseases, Daniel Dae Kim’s enthusiasm as he correctly exclaims “Gonorrhea!” precedes his first appearance on Lost by a full 6 years. With his med school experience, it’s no wonder Sun was able to teach him the English language so quickly.

With Seinfeld, a celebrity spotting is different. It’s not just about a game of media Where’s Waldo; it’s the allure of seeing obscure names and faces surface who had such minor roles 20 years ago.

Seeing Jin as “Student #1”, Jeremy Piven playing George, and watching Jeter on TBS syndication (followed by the YES Network an hour later) is what enables the show to continue to comfort me each day. Sure, the people, the jokes, the scenes, and the obsessions of Seinfeld’s characters are already just as relevant to the nuances of today’s society as they were then, but it’s the fact that they intertwine multiple decades of pop culture in my own life that allow it to be so relevant and powerful.

Cheers to another week of re-runs and The Golden Age, Part II coming soon.

 

Phirst Impressions

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What a strange and beautiful day.

The first thing I noticed upon my arrival to the pre-concert destination was the complete lack of condescension or elitist attitude from the veterans. In fact, it was the exact opposite:

We had Jimmy, who was about to go to his 64th or 67th show (somewhere around there…and about to increase by another half dozen within the next two weeks anyway); Kevin, who’s going to hit his 50th later this month; and Alex, who, having been to 20+, was gracious enough to guide me through some of the more digestible idiosyncrasies of the environment and show itself.

The three of them, and every other individual who had been to at least one show, showed a genuine enthusiasm and excitement for the first-timers. Their experience seemed to be enhanced by knowing others would be taking part in a celebration so familiar to them.

It helped being in a huge group (50+) with a diverse range of experience. Different people interacted with the music and each other in different ways.

This was not a small bus.

This was not a small bus.

5 Things That Struck Me:

1) The diversity of the crowd. There were entire families set up on the sides (with members aged 6 to 65, all decked out in gear). You had college kids, post-college kids, and men who work in your office. There were lots of happy-looking folks who I pictured walking around the dock with their floating keychains, and there were some disgruntled lawyers looking for an escape.

All the different humans

All the different humans

2) It felt like there was a divide/invisible screen between the band and the audience. I’ve never felt so little literal interaction between an artist and the crowd, and yet the connection was there.  They seldom spoke, but the music created a separate environment where people could mesh together in an independent (yet interwoven) dance. Speaking of…

3) Everyone must, and does, dance. And it doesn’t matter what you do. You move, and it works. A sigh of relief for Jews everywhere.

4)  It’s obvious, but it seems that more-so than with your traditional jam band, the entire day is to be a shared experience. The seamless transitions blending each song aid in bringing the day together as a whole.  It’s a sense of happiness that isn’t based on memories or reliving an event, but a present state understanding – the fact that there’s no pause (except the actual set break) only helps contribute to this feeling.

5) I was continuously baffled at what Chris Kuroda was able to do with the lighting; the synchronization with the music added an element to the sound that can’t be captured on a recording.  On a similar note, the acoustics sounded as if we were standing in the middle of live studio album recording (I suppose we were).

 


 

Now, I’m really not qualified to discuss the music (before the show, I only knew every Phish song that Phish fans don’t listen to), so I’d like to make a few observations, offer my favorite tracks from the show, and leave it at that.

  • The Line: It’s my current favorite off of Fuego, and to me sounds like three songs in one.  We move from a jazzy Steely Dan opening into a more rambunctious Squeeze-esque portion, with what pains me to say is a chorus that sounds a bit too much like this.
  • Punch You in the Eye: The first song I listened to when I got home, it was my favorite of the lengthier ones they played.  There are parts of this song that I’m certain Dispatch ripped off.
  • Carini: Character Zero was one of my favorites when I was younger, and I think the guitar riffs in this one brought me back to that.  This song also featured me screaming, “Don’t leave me on my dopey head,” which was promptly corrected.
  • Harry Hood (photo should suffice)
My first war.

My first war.

  • I also took special notice of Joy, Ghost, AC/DC Bag, The Velvet Underground’s Rock & Roll, and Sparkle

 

By the end of the thing I just kept thinking, “Who are these people and where do they go after the show?  They really might just be happy creatures who emerge from the rubble when the lure of The Trey is heard off in the distance.”  The reality is, they probably all ran off to go charter a flight to Chicago for next weekend’s shows.

So, am I changed? Maybe.  Did I enjoy it? Yes.  Is it a truly unique experience? Yes.  Will I do it again? Yes.

To enjoy a concert to this extent without knowing 90% of the songs (and 99% of the traditions and quirks of the jokesters behind the act) is impressive.  I can only imagine the feeling of actually being familiar with everything and still getting that rush of unique pleasure upon hearing an over-familiar track in a way never before imagined.

For now I have my one little digital souvenir on LivePhish, and while it would be an audacious task to even attempt and learn a sizable chunk of their work before my next show, at least I have somewhere to start.  See you at MSG.

Not disgruntled lawyers.

Not disgruntled lawyers.

A Critical Look at My Least Favorite Bar That I Regretfully & Routinely Frequent

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Remember your first summer in NYC when your co-worker mentioned to you how there was a big boat in the Hudson you could drink on? Remember stumbling around in the keel, marveling at the ping-pong tables, and embracing the thick stench of an abandoned outhouse as you felt like a true mariner?

Well, from the months of May through September (and April and October when it’s at least 65 outside), you can do it all over again. Pier 66 Maritime (but affectionately-ish known by all as The Frying Pan) offers a full bar and grill from noon to midnight seven days a week in the summer. Although 90% of patrons opt for the over-priced-and-underwhelming $34 buckets of Corona, the 10% who go with the white sangria are rewarded for their adventurous choice. Lime wedges and a silent and emotionless swipe of a card complete the transaction, and if you get there early enough you can even sit down at a table and comment on the odd sculptures strewn about.

While it admittedly is a beautiful and unique way to embrace summers on the Hudson, more often than not you’ll be paying to weave through an endless supply of thirsty elbows. On a Saturday, you better get here by 1:00 pm at the latest, lest risk sweating away last night’s hangover in a multiple-block line hugging the fence on the West side highway.

 

My friends and I pretending to enjoy ourselves on the boat.

My friends and I pretending to enjoy ourselves on the boat.

The staff isn’t particularly friendly (please keep your appendages, sunglasses, and shame inside the boat), and while a couple Saturday’s at FP are required by the Mid-20s NYC Society each summer, this place just feels like one of those establishments that had its switch flipped from glorious to groan somewhere around the 24th birthday.

Apparently there’s a DJ when the sun goes down, but I always wonder who stays at night when they open up the dance floor. Something tells me it just wouldn’t feel right anyway (like going back to summer camp when everyone’s gone and finding things just aren’t the same).

I think it’s fine to come here for a brief stop with co-workers during the week, or even early afternoon on a weekend before you’re 25. After that, you probably aren’t at risk of having read this anyway.

Suggested attire: Sperry’s, croakies, button-down, misery