When Abe Vigoda finally met his maker some years ago, it was a cruel end to a life that many people had written off years before. People assumed the actor was long gone, dead and buried, simply because he wasn’t a constant, annoying presence showing up on their screens at every turn. This is the main reason fading, sometimes fallen stars, continue to frequent the late-night talk show circuit, longer after their bulbs have dimmed. Ol’ Abe was able to see the humor in it all, by living a long, productive life.
The same can’t be said for the magazine which shared the first two letters of “Vigoda.” When I learned of their demise, I found myself quoting Robert Haansen, the greatest traitor in American history, “what took you so long?”
The truth is I hadn’t heard much from the lords of edge of years. They never quite figured out that in order to be edgy, you have to possess a foundation as well. You need some grounding. All edge is something an architect would get laughed out of the drafting room. It’s the fastest way to blow prints. Plus, the difference between being edgy and ledgy is usually found in bookkeeping ledgers. Edgy happens when you’re in the black. Ledgy is when you’re well into the red.
Watch the pavement.
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