Rolling Stones Give Conan O’Brien “Satisfaction” as “Tonight” Books Neil Young for Last Show

Conan O’Brien’s tenure as host of The Tonight Show has come to an end. As CNN reported this morning, O’Brien and NBC agreed on a roughly $45 million payout for the redheaded host and his staff in a deal that will permit O’Brien to return to TV in September 2010. However, before his run concludes, CoCo turned to the Rolling Stones to exact a small slice of expensive revenge against his soon-to-be-former network. On last night’s show, O’Brien told the audience he had used NBC’s budget to introduce a new character to the show, the Bugatti Veyron Mouse, also known as one of the world’s most expensive cars with a pair of rodent ears. “As you can hear, the mouse’s theme song is the original master recording of the Rolling Stones’ classic ‘Satisfaction,’ ” O’Brien said.

He added, “Let me ask you a question: Is this appropriate music for a car that looks like a mouse? No. Does it add anything at all to this comedy bit? No, it doesn’t. Is it crazy expensive to play on the air, not to mention the rights to re-air this clip on the Internet? Hell yeah,” O’Brien said, noting that this comedy bit cost NBC a cool $1.5 million. If the Stones opt to go after NBC like they sued the Verve for using their music in “Bittersweet Symphony,” the clip could potentially cost NBC a whole lot more. The network apparently isn’t taking any chances, as this sketch isn’t included among the videos streaming on the Tonight Show’s official site.

Tomorrow night’s episode is Conan’s last as host of The Tonight Show, and Neil Young — and not Jimmy Fallon’s “Neil Young” — will be the last musical guest of the O’Brien Tonight Show era. As Rolling Stone reported last year, the White Stripes ended their hiatus for Conan’s farewell from his Late Night show.

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left shoe shuffle wrote on Jan 21^st, 2010 at 1:12pm:

Rolling Stones Give Conan O’Brien “Satisfaction” as “Tonight” Books Neil Young for Last Show Conan O’Brien’s tenure as host of The Tonight Show has come to an end. As CNN reported this morning, O’Brien and NBC agreed on a roughly $45 million payout for the redheaded host and his staff in a deal that will permit O’Brien to return to TV in September 2010. However, before his run concludes, CoCo turned to the Rolling Stones to exact a small slice of expensive revenge against his soon-to-be-former network. On last night’s show, O’Brien told the audience he had used NBC’s budget to introduce a new character to the show, the Bugatti Veyron Mouse, also known as one of the world’s most expensive cars with a pair of rodent ears. “As you can hear, the mouse’s theme song is the original master recording of the Rolling Stones’ classic ‘Satisfaction,’ ” O’Brien said. He added, “Let me ask you a question: Is this appropriate music for a car that looks like a mouse? No. Does it add anything at all to this comedy bit? No, it doesn’t. Is it crazy expensive to play on the air, not to mention the rights to re-air this clip on the Internet? Hell yeah,” O’Brien said, noting that this comedy bit cost NBC a cool $1.5 million. If the Stones opt to go after NBC like they sued the Verve for using their music in “Bittersweet Symphony,” the clip could potentially cost NBC a whole lot more. The network apparently isn’t taking any chances, as this sketch isn’t included among the videos streaming on the Tonight Show’s official site. Tomorrow night’s episode is Conan’s last as host of The Tonight Show, and Neil Young — and not Jimmy Fallon’s “Neil Young” — will be the last musical guest of the O’Brien Tonight Show era. As Rolling Stone reported last year, the White Stripes ended their hiatus for Conan’s farewell from his Late Night show. www.rollingstone.com

solo Neil?

i'm going to miss him, i hope Fox is already for his spet. freedom date...

THIS HAS BEEN GREART TV, I WONDER IF IT'S ALL A SCAM BY THE NETWORK SUITS? :blankfriggingstare1
I MEAN I DON'T THNK THEY ORIGINALLY THOUGHT IT UP BUT I WONDER IF NOW WITH THE RATING ,I PRESUME ARE SOARING, THEY ARE NOT PLAYING AND EATING THIS UP, THIS TO THE HILT! HOW SWEET IT IS!
CONSPIRISEY OR NOT IT MAKES FOR FINALLY GREAT NET WORK TV. DAVE WHO, JUST KIDDING DAVE YOUR STILL MY FAVORITE!
BY THE WAY HAPPY BIRTHDAT TO ANOTHER STONES FAN, MY SON GENE 13 YEARS TODAY!

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I hope Leno falls on his ass, or his chin, i dont care. I dont care for the fella.

Corgi I agree ~ Leno sucks, CoCo is cool and they should of let him stay. I wont be watching Leno in protest of NBC's decision! Not unless there is a really good guest. And tonight is the final night of The Tonight Show with Conan, with Neil Young as the musical guest. I'll def be watching that!

:solongsucker

Late night network TV is so over....Leno was lucky to land Carson's gig and I could never figure out why. Conan walks away with like 40 million..geeesssshhhhh. Thats like 500 bucks for every person who ever watched his show.

Conan wanted his staff to be taken care of. But...........out of the 45 million NBC is offering, 33 mil. is for Conan. That leaves 12 mil. for his 200 staff. Which is $60,000 a person. Chump change! How will that really help them??

But then....didn't I hear that he was helping them out of pocket too? Hope so.

I will not miss that stupid masturbating bear.

Going Home

I first heard this story a few years ago from a girl I had met in New York's Greenwich Village. Probably the story is one of those mysterious bits of folklore that reappear every few years, to be told a new in one form or another. However, I still like to think that it really did happen, somewhere, sometime.(wow power leveling,)
　　
　　They were going to Fort Lauderdalethree boys and three girls and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags, dreaming of golden beaches as the gray cold of New York vanished behind them.
　　
　　As the bus passed through New Jersey, they began to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, dressed in a plain, ill-fitting suit, never moving, his dusty face masking his age. He kept chewing the inside of his lip a lot, frozen into some personal cocoon of silence.

　　
　　Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into Howard Johnson's, and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat, and the young people began to wonder about him, trying to imagine his life: perhaps he was a sea captain, a runaway from his wife, an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus, one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself. Sro Gold
　　
　　“We're going to Florida,” she said brightly.“ I hear it's really beautiful.”

　　“It is, ” he said quietly, as if remembering something he had tried to forget.

　　“Want some wine?” she said. He smiled and took a swig. He thanked her and retreated again into his silence. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep.
。

　　In the morning, they awoke outside another Howard Johnson's,and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he told his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home.
　
　　“Are you married?” World of Warcraft power leveling

　　“I don't know.”

　　“You don't know?” she said.

　　“Well, when I was in jail I wrote to my wife,” he said. “ I told her that I was going to be away a long time, and that if she couldn't stand it, if the kids kept asking questions, if it hurt too much, well, she could just forget me, I'd understand. Get a new guy, I saidshe‘s a wonderful woman,really somethingand forget about me. I told her she didn't have to write me for nothing. And she didn‘t. Not for three and a half years.”

　　“And you're going home now, not knowing?”

　　“Yeah,” he said shyly. “ Well, last week, when I was sure the parole was coming through, I wrote her again. We used to live in Brunswick, just before Jacksonville, and there's a big oak tree just as you come into town. I told her that if she'd take me back, she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree, and I'd get off and come home. If she didn't want me, forget itno handkerchief, and I'd go on through.”

　　“Wow,” the girl exclaimed. “Wow.”  world of warcraft power leveling

　　She told the others, and soon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of Brunswick, looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children. The woman was handsome in a plain way, the children still unformed in the much-handled snapshots.  
　
　　Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seats on the right side, waiting for the approach of the great oak tree. The bus acquired a dark, hushed mood, full of the silence of absence and lost years. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face into the ex-con's mask, as if fortifying himself against still another disappointment.

　　Then Brunswick was ten miles, and then five. Then,suddenly, all of the young people were up out of their seats, screaming and shouting and crying, doing small dances of joy. All except Vingo.  wow power level

　　Vingo sat there stunned, looking at the oak tree. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs20 of them, 30 of them, maybe hundreds, a tree that stood like a banner of welcome billowing in the wind. As the young people shouted, the old con rose and made his way to the front of the bus to go home.

I can't stand Leno---never could....

Back in the Letterman vs Leno days, I was more a Letterman fan.
Always enjoyed the sarcastic humor over Leno.

As time went on though, I found myself watching less Letterman and more Leno, but I suspect that is more because the local NBC news is the best in my area.

Really enjoyed Conan's version of the Tonight show, and what NBC did to him was pretty shitty.
I realize ratings are key, but give the guy a chance!
And his ripping NBC to shreds was athing of beauty.

I won't be watching Leno either to protest NBCs conduct in this.
Fuck Zucker - he is a total ass.
And here's hoping Conan goes to Fox and kicks everyone's ass in the ratings!

http://www.chicagonow.com/blogs/improvised-blog/conan_o_brien.jpg

Oh yeah, i can see Conan on Fox. With retards like "Raper" Beck, Ollie "The traitor" North & Sarah "I can see Russia!" Palin as regular guests.

Leno is incredibly lame. I just dont dig the dude. There's something wrong with him. Something...iffy.

P.S. This is my 666th post on this new-ish site! Lets get Huckabee to pray for me.

wrote on Jan 22^nd, 2010 at 11:38pm:

Going Home I first heard this story a few years ago from a girl I had met in New York's Greenwich Village. Probably the story is one of those mysterious bits of folklore that reappear every few years, to be told a new in one form or another. However, I still like to think that it really did happen, somewhere, sometime.(wow power leveling,) 　　 　　They were going to Fort Lauderdalethree boys and three girls and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags, dreaming of golden beaches as the gray cold of New York vanished behind them. 　　 　　As the bus passed through New Jersey, they began to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, dressed in a plain, ill-fitting suit, never moving, his dusty face masking his age. He kept chewing the inside of his lip a lot, frozen into some personal cocoon of silence. 　　 　　Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into Howard Johnson's, and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat, and the young people began to wonder about him, trying to imagine his life: perhaps he was a sea captain, a runaway from his wife, an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus, one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself. Sro Gold 　　 　　“We're going to Florida,” she said brightly.“ I hear it's really beautiful.” 　　“It is, ” he said quietly, as if remembering something he had tried to forget. 　　“Want some wine?” she said. He smiled and took a swig. He thanked her and retreated again into his silence. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep. 。 　　In the morning, they awoke outside another Howard Johnson's,and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he told his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home. 　 　　“Are you married?” World of Warcraft power leveling 　　“I don't know.” 　　“You don't know?” she said. 　　“Well, when I was in jail I wrote to my wife,” he said. “ I told her that I was going to be away a long time, and that if she couldn't stand it, if the kids kept asking questions, if it hurt too much, well, she could just forget me, I'd understand. Get a new guy, I saidshe‘s a wonderful woman,really somethingand forget about me. I told her she didn't have to write me for nothing. And she didn‘t. Not for three and a half years.” 　　“And you're going home now, not knowing?” 　　“Yeah,” he said shyly. “ Well, last week, when I was sure the parole was coming through, I wrote her again. We used to live in Brunswick, just before Jacksonville, and there's a big oak tree just as you come into town. I told her that if she'd take me back, she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree, and I'd get off and come home. If she didn't want me, forget itno handkerchief, and I'd go on through.” 　　“Wow,” the girl exclaimed. “Wow.”  world of warcraft power leveling 　　She told the others, and soon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of Brunswick, looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children. The woman was handsome in a plain way, the children still unformed in the much-handled snapshots.   　 　　Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seats on the right side, waiting for the approach of the great oak tree. The bus acquired a dark, hushed mood, full of the silence of absence and lost years. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face into the ex-con's mask, as if fortifying himself against still another disappointment. 　　Then Brunswick was ten miles, and then five. Then,suddenly, all of the young people were up out of their seats, screaming and shouting and crying, doing small dances of joy. All except Vingo.  wow power level 　　Vingo sat there stunned, looking at the oak tree. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs20 of them, 30 of them, maybe hundreds, a tree that stood like a banner of welcome billowing in the wind. As the young people shouted, the old con rose and made his way to the front of the bus to go home.

:smoking

long may you run Conan!!!

Conan and Fox would be a perfect match.

Conan's last show was a riot.  It says a lot that the great Neil Young was the first person to call Conan and offer condolences when NBC screwed him.  Conan didn't play a bad guitar last night, either.

StPeteStone wrote on Jan 23^rd, 2010 at 9:26am:

wrote on Jan 22nd, 2010 at 11:38pm: Going Home I first heard this story a few years ago from a girl I had met in New York's Greenwich Village. Probably the story is one of those mysterious bits of folklore that reappear every few years, to be told a new in one form or another. However, I still like to think that it really did happen, somewhere, sometime.(wow power leveling,) 　　 　　They were going to Fort Lauderdalethree boys and three girls and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags, dreaming of golden beaches as the gray cold of New York vanished behind them. 　　 　　As the bus passed through New Jersey, they began to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, dressed in a plain, ill-fitting suit, never moving, his dusty face masking his age. He kept chewing the inside of his lip a lot, frozen into some personal cocoon of silence. 　　 　　Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into Howard Johnson's, and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat, and the young people began to wonder about him, trying to imagine his life: perhaps he was a sea captain, a runaway from his wife, an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus, one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself. Sro Gold 　　 　　“We're going to Florida,” she said brightly.“ I hear it's really beautiful.” 　　“It is, ” he said quietly, as if remembering something he had tried to forget. 　　“Want some wine?” she said. He smiled and took a swig. He thanked her and retreated again into his silence. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep. 。 　　In the morning, they awoke outside another Howard Johnson's,and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he told his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home. 　 　　“Are you married?” World of Warcraft power leveling 　　“I don't know.” 　　“You don't know?” she said. 　　“Well, when I was in jail I wrote to my wife,” he said. “ I told her that I was going to be away a long time, and that if she couldn't stand it, if the kids kept asking questions, if it hurt too much, well, she could just forget me, I'd understand. Get a new guy, I saidshe‘s a wonderful woman,really somethingand forget about me. I told her she didn't have to write me for nothing. And she didn‘t. Not for three and a half years.” 　　“And you're going home now, not knowing?” 　　“Yeah,” he said shyly. “ Well, last week, when I was sure the parole was coming through, I wrote her again. We used to live in Brunswick, just before Jacksonville, and there's a big oak tree just as you come into town. I told her that if she'd take me back, she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree, and I'd get off and come home. If she didn't want me, forget itno handkerchief, and I'd go on through.” 　　“Wow,” the girl exclaimed. “Wow.”  world of warcraft power leveling 　　She told the others, and soon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of Brunswick, looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children. The woman was handsome in a plain way, the children still unformed in the much-handled snapshots.   　 　　Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seats on the right side, waiting for the approach of the great oak tree. The bus acquired a dark, hushed mood, full of the silence of absence and lost years. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face into the ex-con's mask, as if fortifying himself against still another disappointment. 　　Then Brunswick was ten miles, and then five. Then,suddenly, all of the young people were up out of their seats, screaming and shouting and crying, doing small dances of joy. All except Vingo.  wow power level 　　Vingo sat there stunned, looking at the oak tree. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs20 of them, 30 of them, maybe hundreds, a tree that stood like a banner of welcome billowing in the wind. As the young people shouted, the old con rose and made his way to the front of the bus to go home. :smoking

Jacey,
Are you fucking serious?

Tie a Yellow Ribbon (Round the Old Oak Tree)

I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free
Then you'll know just what to do
If you still want me
If you still want me

CHORUS:
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
It's been three long years
Do ya still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree

Bus driver, please look for me
'Cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison
And my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free
I wrote and told her please

CHORUS

Now the whole darn bus is cheerin'
And I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons 'round the ole oak tree

I'm comin' home, mmm, mmm

:forfucksake

I think Conan's last show had class, in a funny way with Will Farrell singing FREE BIRD, and Conan on guitar, it was a cool way to go!