Conan's perfect ending
I grew up watching Johnny Carson on The Tonight Show. I saw George Carlin, Joan Rivers, and countless other comedians on the show, oftentimes my first exposure to comics I would later devote most of my adult life to covering in print (or virtual print). There is no questioning how important Carson's Tonight Show was for me. But it was always the late night guys that got me. I loved Carson's show, but I identified much more with the sheer lunacy and sometimes brutal quality that Letterman created. And when I got to college, there was this new guy, Conan O'Brien, in Letterman's spot.
And just as Letterman had tossed watermelons off of buildings and jumped in a water tank in a suit made of Alka-Seltzer, Conan had his little string dance and The Year 2000 with cheesy flashlight effects. You had the feeling that anything could go wrong at any moment, and when it did, it was often even funnier.
To me, Conan embraced Letterman's legacy with gusto, and the crowd I hung around with embraced him for it. Which is not to proclaim Conan a generational spokesman - I don't feel you need to overstate the case to make the point, especially in eulogy of a show that lasted only seven months. But Conan did, and does, appeal to people my age (I am somewhere in the center of the 18-49 demo that Conan drew consistently).
So it wasn't a surprise to see familiar faces from that era rallying around Conan for his final Tonight Show. Neil Young was the godfather of grunge and Tom Hanks was huge at the box office (neither Young nor Hanks has really changed that much). For the final number, you had Will Ferrell, who was the new guy on SNL, Ben Harper, who was a college radio hit, and Beck, who was elevated to superstar status in that timeframe, all singing "Freebird" with Conan on guitar.
It was exactly the right way for the show to sign off, after Conan's touching speech thanking NBC for his years of work on SNL, Late Night, and The Tonight Show. Conan was genuinely choked up, but when the curtain drew back and Ferrell was standing there with the band in full southern rock regalia (and a Neil Young t-shirt), you could see the weight lifted from Conan's shoulders. The tie was off, the shirt was unbuttoned, and it was time to rock out with a few friends.
That's exactly how Conan's shows felt for me and I think a lot of people who have been his fans over the years. And while the ship was sinking, Conan, Andy Richter, and the whole staff were spot on - these past couple of weeks have been an immense amount of fun to watch.
Postscript: Jimmy Fallon's show-opening tribute was pretty wonderful, not only because it was actually pretty well-put together musically (thank you again, Roots), but for the sheer silliness of pouring a 40 out on Dr. Oz's floor in Conan's honor.
Post-Postscript: Fox, you're on deck.
Here's Conan's speech:

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