Wherefore art thou, Famous?

This is a picture of my favorite person in the whole world, the Famous Mysterious Actor. For a brief, shining moment that many consider the "golden age" of Comcast Portland public access, his talk show was broadcast on Sunday nights. Now Famous appearances are few and far between, the website at www.thefmashow.com seems to have fallen fallow, the show at Holocene last Wednesday was ominously plugged as "final", and it has just whet my appetite for more. Say it isn't so, Joe! Guests were strictly single-named, and included human beatbox (and so much more) Fogatron, Shoehorn, who tap danced and played saxophone simultaneously and took hits off a glass bottle of Wild Irish Rose in between, and KUFO radio DJ Marconi. However, there is no writing about this show. Impromptu moon-boot sand dance with Pixie sticks and jumping on a desk to do a re-enactment of Famous' favorite film, Sweet Sal, lays flat on the page. In person, however, it rocks like an avalanche. Or a hurricane. Or some kind of natural disaster that kills people.
It's a group effort, and could not soar without the help of German-speaking Cutter, handsome wingman John Schmitt, security chief Denny, Intern Kris, producer J.D. Fischer, and Joanie loves Chachi the Tiger. However, Famous is the star. He lives up to his name and more- this show is much funnier than anything on network television. So I guess this is just a bottled letter cast adrift on the stormy seas of the interweb- I need more Famous!

POSTSCRIPT: Finally, someone has come to my aid on Youtube and posted a scant minute of Famous' craft, a bit ingeniously entitled Candied Bird Dick:

This is exactly what we're missing, Portland!

...all I wanted from life was to be Famous
I have tried so long, it's all gone wrong
I'll tell you why
I'll tell you why
I'll tell you why
But you wouldn't believe me