Steve S. Moore is what you might term “post-cute,” with blue eyes like Wilma’s and sandy brown hair, rinsed to give it blond highlights.
He’s the barefoot boy with cheek of tan . . . only he’s been around the block a few times.
Onstage, his comic delivery suggests Phyllis Diller with a twang.
“Yeah, Phyllis Diller and Minnie Pearl had a child — me!” he whoops.
If there is an edge of camp about his presence, an improbable, small-town, Sunday-go-to-meeting kind of innocence comes through, too.
“I think I’m a good candidate to do this kind of material,” he says.
“I’m a nice guy. I win people over. And if I don’t, I just say, `Well, God bless you, and be sure to have safe sex.’ “
Ask him to analyze his humor, though, and his brow furrows.
“It’s just a mechanism with me,” he theorizes.
“Maybe it’s my fear of being too serious. I mean, I have gone to the video store and rented `Longtime Companion,’ `And the Band Played On’ and `Philadelphia.’
I’ve sat there, drinking Jack Daniel’s, watching all three movies in one night, and crying myself to sleep. I know what happens in those movies is a real possibility for me, too. But I have to make a joke out of it.
I say that I went to the video store and rented those movies, and, do you know, they wanted cash up front!”