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DEAR JOHN
The guilty pleasure of the John Tesh Webcam

Sam Weller

It's turned into an obsession, really.

It started about four months ago. I had heard that John Tesh had a Webcam in his home recording studio. John Tesh, champion of all that New Age, synthesizer melodrama; former host of "Entertainment Tonight"; second-fiddle to Mary Hart's still smokin', fiftysomethin' gams. I bookmarked the page (www.teshmusic.com/media/tcam.htm) and I still don't know why. "What's wrong with you?" my wife asked.

It's not as if I was downloading porn, I rationalized. I just wanted to see John. Bad. It was a viral celebrity infection. Days passed. Weeks. The view of the studio rotated occasionally, sometimes showing a doorway, sometimes a synthesizer with a window behind it. But never John. Not once a single Tesh sighting. Sometimes, late at night, I would crack a cold beer and head to the TESHCAM and there I would discover an empty pizza carton in John's studio. He had been there. I had missed him. Goddamn it. Finding Tesh was like looking for Waldo.

Another month passed. The mini-blinds in John's office would open and close. Papers would be shuffled. New books would appear on his bookshelf. Sheet music would appear on his keyboard. But never a glimpse of John.

Then, last Sunday morning, the TESHCAM loaded on my computer and there he was. John Tesh. I couldn't believe it. He was unshaven, wearing a backwards ball cap and a "Late Night With Conan O'Brien" T-shirt. His face looked puffy. He was on the telephone. He was eating something. When he would take a bite of the food, he would move the mouthpiece of the telephone up near his earlobe so the person on the other end couldn't hear him chewing.

I couldn't believe my eyes. It was John Tesh. I felt so good—after months, he had finally appeared. And then I remembered my wife's words... "What's wrong with you?"

(2001-07-12)




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