Singer John Tesh , former “Entertainment Tonight” anchor, not only has confirmed that he and talk-show goddess Oprah Winfrey , 56, were a romantic item decades ago but that the relationship was pretty deep, Associated Press reports. But the reason they split may have tongues wagging. According to excerpts from Kitty Kelley ‘s book “Oprah: A Biography,” which were published in the New York Daily News, Tesh, 57, and Winfrey lived together in Nashville in 1974 while he was a news anchor at the city’s NBC affiliate and Winfrey was the city’s first female anchor at the CBS affiliate. But the romance fell apart when Tesh succumbed to the pressure of being in an interracial relationship. Kelley quotes an “ex-girlfriend of Tesh’s” saying he told her one night he looked down and saw his white body next to Winfrey’s black body and “couldn’t take it anymore.”
And one can imagine Winfrey experienced similar misgivings, when she looked down and saw her black body next to the stainless steel bolts in his neck and wondered “can this ever really work? Would the other monsters from Frankenstein’s lab ever accept me for who am? Could my family understand and accept that the love between me – a liberated African-American woman – and him – a hydrocephalic corpse crazy-quilt given unholy life by lightning and a madman’s hubris – could be something beautiful and true?” It’s easy to judge, but love is anything but.
But it is still hard not to mourn What Might Have Been. Imagine: Tom Cruise bouncing on Oprah’s couch in the Grand Canyon while the US Olympic gymnastics team flips and twirls in the air to the pounding beat of Tesh’s life-affirming Casio heroics? All the world’s problems fixed, right there, bam. If the combined spiritual uplift powers of Tesh and Oprah were put together, the human race would have already evolved into a wise and benevolent race of light-beings with the power to alter reality with their minds. Also, the world would be have been transformed into a giant aromatherapy bubble bath with rose petals and lasers and scented candles and smoke machines and DAH-DAH DAH! DAH DAH-DAH-DAH!!! keyboard crescendos blasting off every three to five seconds. So maybe we’re better off.
April 14, 2010 at 3:35 pm
Way too much information.
April 14, 2010 at 3:53 pm
Flew back into Austin one night in the 90′s and drove by the Drum: “TESH & YANNI TONIGHT!”
I sobbed, realizing I had not packed a suicide vest.
They’d still be writing songs about me.
April 14, 2010 at 5:04 pm
I think harris the humanitarian should drop in and remind us that we’re all in this together.
April 14, 2010 at 5:08 pm
he told her one night he looked down and saw his white body next to Winfrey’s black body and “couldn’t take it anymore
Imagine how he felt when he realized she didn’t have a penis.
April 14, 2010 at 5:10 pm
This may help reduce the shock of Tesh’s grandly jawed profile:
http://www.buzzfeed.com/eixo/12-evilest-pope-pictures-e9k
April 14, 2010 at 6:03 pm
That’s fucking, the stuff of dreams. I bet they did it on a winged dolphin.
April 14, 2010 at 6:24 pm
*sigh* I remember when Kleber would stand and fight like a
manwolverine.April 14, 2010 at 6:11 pm
And yet even MORE human triumph through music!
Yanni lives!
April 14, 2010 at 6:25 pm
In a secret lab, deep under the surface of the Sonoran Desert, Yanni, Vangelis, and Sally Jesse Raphael are intertwined in a sweet sweaty ball of love exploration in a last ditch attempt to bring the Dolphin Children to Life and save the future with the science of mindful laser awakening. Phase 2: “Angel Wings Crack the Oblivion, The Avatar Children” sponsored by Square Enix and Mountain Dew Throwback, (with real sugar!)
Can I guest blog now?
April 14, 2010 at 6:34 pm
Kitaro, Wendy Williams, Orrin Hatch and a Pegasus, in a floating house with a crystal to save Atlantis from mein Führer Obamadon and usher in the Age of Unregulated Dietary Supplements where only Homeopathic medicine and royal jelly is covered by insurance.
April 15, 2010 at 9:35 am
Not if it cuts into your commenting schedule.
Damn, son.
April 14, 2010 at 7:14 pm
Holy shit. I am pretty sure that no one is cornier than John Tesh. He fist pumps that Joyful Overture, baby.