It was a cool day; the sun kept me warm in my short sleeve polyester jumpsuit — a favorite outfit of mine, perfect weather for waiting in line outside with the others. I was anxious to get in, but a man in a dark blazer was standing in front of the entrance door blocking it so no one could enter. My ticket stated that taping would start at 5:30 p.m.; glancing down at my wristwatch the time showed we were late in seating by 10 minutes.
It seemed dark as we entered the studio set my eyes adjusting to the change from being outdoors; we were led to our seats by a female page. I had difficulty walking, being careful looking down. Wearing high heels definitely was not a good choice; unaware of the steep incline steps in the audience section.
What an illusion the reality of the actual set compared to watching it on television — my bubble burst! My first impression was how small it all seemed. My curiosity continued; looking around I saw the stage had heavy drapes.
Unmanned cameras were around a desk and couch where I presumed the guests would be sitting, clearly obstructing the view of some audience members viewing of the show. I’m glad my seat had a clear view of it all. I anticipated the start of the show not paying attention to the man in front of us who was preparing us, explaining the applause sign when it lit up and prompting the audience to clap, laugh and ask “how hot is it?”
Finally, the curtains fell across the front stage, and a minute later Ed McMahon came out greeting us. I don’t remember his monologue. It was all over and before I knew it the long awaited moment came, Johnny Carson was on stage.
The audience stood, clapping and cheering. He didn’t look any different than from what I saw on television, maybe a little shorter, or was that just the view perceived from our seats? He stood with a casual stance one hand in his pocket and a smile; at the end of his dialogue he introduced his guest for the show Goldie Hawn and Orson Bean. Johnny Mathis was the guest music entertainment.
Everything else is a blur except for one thing; I remember quite clearly Goldie Hawn’s black dress. It was long and draped across one shoulder leaving the other bare. Her blonde hair was striking against her dress. She was so pretty sitting there, giggling, pitching her upcoming release of the movie ‘Shampoo’ with Warren Beatty.
I have fond memories of 1975.