Telly the Truth

I had a hunch the issue of my identity might come up, and a comment on the last post confirmed that hunch. I want to clear up any confusion before this goes much further.

I’m Telly. I’m a monster. Full name, Telly Monster.

“The Man Behind Telly” is actually Martin P. Robinson (mentioned in previous post). I know how to be a monster. Marty knows how to help a monster be accessible. And he’s better schooled on what children’s TV is all about. All the monsters on the show, and all of the monsters in the industry to my knowledge, have a Marty. Marty is the Marty for more than one of us on Sesame Street. And we all think he’s a pretty good Marty.

When I started on the show, some of you may remember that I was pretty different. TV-obsessed. Sporting antennae. Marty came on and saw something different. He recognized something in me, the real Telly, that he thought would make a really suitable character. I took off with it, and it really worked. And it happened at a time that could not have been better for me, in terms of personal therapy. I wasn’t terribly happy doing what I was doing before, and probably owe the bulk of what has turned out to be a long career on the show to Marty. He knows his work well and we have a great working relationship. I like to make fun of his hair, he picks on me for gaining a few. It’s all good.