Joe Piscopo should be standing, his feet firmly planted, his arms crossed Cochise-style, his chin pointing up with pride. Behind him, in a steady breeze, the stars and stripes should flap and wave. There should be music: the “Star Spangled Ban ner" would do nicely. In fact, just put Joe where George Reeves used to be, towering there as Clark Kent/Superman in the opening credits of the Fifties TV series. Joe Piscopo, American. "You know what I believe?” he says, sitting in his back yard, squinting a little in the hot summer sun. “My father came over here when he was nineteen, from Avellino, Italy. Me settled in Newark and worked in New York in a hat factory. All the other nationalities, they called him a Wop bastard. My grandfather would literally have to fight his way to work, he had a lead handle on his umbrella and if they bothered him at the fac tory he'd beat the s-t out of them with this umbrella. So he worked there until he had saved enough to buy some buildings. Then he developed the buildings. He gave my parents a nice life and my father took that and blos somed that and he became an attorney, and he gave our family a great life. That's why I want to be even better. My father's a hero to me. 1 respect my grandfather Those people are heroes to me. That’s a lot of s~t to go through. Yeah, I’m an American. “You know what I mean? They came to America and they made it work. Sinatra did that.” Piscopo stops, smiles. "Isn't that hokey? The way I think like that? I am medieval in my thinking — if that’s medieval.” Medieval, schmedieval. Joe Piscopo, 32, New Jersey born-and-bred, star of Saturday Night Live, is just a satisfied dreamer of the American Dream. He has a wife, Nancy, and a little ham of a kid, Joey — a skinny, grinning 4-year-old. There’s a black half-Lab, half-mutt canine called All-Star, who wags his tail and (yes, really) smiles. The Piscopos live on a couple of acres of prime Jersey real estate, tree-shrouded upper-crust suburbia, a half-hour’s drive from Manhattan. The house is a modest two-floor affair, red cedar shingles with white trim. In Joey & Joe Piscopo decide to he serious people. Deep. Always thinking about life's important matters. Foolishness bits! It's irresistible, a sudden Silly Attack. Joey & Joe lose concentration. Joey & Joe agree never to concentrate again. “You got a deal. Pop," stays Joey. Sept./Oct. 83, page 12 Saturday Night Lire's JOE PISCOPO Father of the Year vs. the Sleaze Kings by Steven X. Rea the family rm there's a wall of photographs of Piscopo’s relatives — his grandfather, his father and mother, uncles, brothers, cousins. On the counter by the kitchen there’s this modern, slabby-looking statuette: the Father of the Year Award. “I got the Father of the Year award, man, I’m so proud of that," Pis copo says. “I’m not bragging. I'm showing you more out of astonishment than anything else. I'm the Television Father of the Year; Benny Gtxxlman was the Music Father. I fell so out of place, but it was a real honor. I said, Mow did you pick me for the Father of the Year? I’m on Saturday Night /.ire. I’m the an tithesis of what any kind of parental guidance should be.’ But they gave it to me.” Piscopo is serious about this. “Drugs are out, families are in. No kidding.” He's a big amiable fellow. He has curly hair and a kindly, cartoonish face with eyes that [top out, twinkle. Sometimes when he talks — about Joey, or about his good friend Eddie Murphy, who has just bought a house a few minutes away — he almost lisps: it’s a sweet, tender, sincere voice. Piscopo cares about his friends, his family, more than he cares about his career. Still, his career is moving along quite nicely, thank you. The former DJ, dinner thea ter and TV commercial actor, comedy club emcee and standup comic has come into his own these last couple of years. His uncanny, manic caricatures of Frank Sinatra, Jerry Iarwis, Andy Rooney, David 1-etterman and a gaggle of other celebs have made him — along with Murphy — Saturday Nigh! /.ire's star attraction. His recorded version of Sinatra doing a medley of Joan Jett and Foreigner tunes was one of the best comedy discs in years. Dick Ebersol, SNL’s executive prixlucer, had to up Piscopo’s salary from the cast’s weekly pay of $13,500 to $20,000 and offer him door-to-door limo service to lure him back on the show for the new season. Piscopo 1 has committed to do all 20 programs, unless a movie comes up, and then he'll do 15. Even with all that, Piscopo’s still not sure he made the right decision. Yeah, it was tough,” he says. "First of all, Eddie’s only coming hack half the time and it's no fun when he's not there. He’s a great guy. He’s just like a good friend to be around. So he’s only going to lie there half the time, and I don’t think that my talent, what I do is — I don’t have a real chance to showcase it on Saturday Night Live 1 do characters, I do impressions and things like that, and that’s great, 1 haw a lot of fun, and it’s amazing that I’ve gone as far as I have — not that I've gone far at all, honestly — just doing that. But what 1 really want to do, what I really look forward to is one day doing my own television show. I want to do my own half-hour weekly variety show That’s my goal. So I can address the camera, talk to the cam era and he myself like I’m talking to you now. On Saturday Night Life I can’t address the camera. I’ve got to do makeup, like if I have to do Sinatra or something, it takes me an hour to get into it and then I’m doing a couple of sketches and then I’ll have to change into another character ... half the time I'm in makeup, so it’s kind of crazy.” Though television is Piscopo’s passion (“I’m a television baby,” he says), like SNl. stars Aykroyd, Belushi, Chase, Murray and Murphy hefor him, Piscopo is making the leap from the small screen to the big. His first ven ture: a co-starring role in Johnny Danger ously, a Thirties gangster sendup starring Michael Keaton ( with whom he's worked on SNL) and Maureen Stapleton, directed by Amy (hast Times at Ridgemont High) Heckerling. We re going to give movies a shot," Pis copo declares, tugging at the front of his dark blue NBC sports shin. ”1 think I could be a great movie actor. I really have confidence in my acting, more than anything. But I can’t be lieve it,” he laughs, shaking hts head, ”1 want r i to stay in television. I really enjoy television. There’s nothing I like more than to go Hey, hey, we have a really great show this week,' Tbejoe Piscopo Variety Half Hour, with guest Eddie Murphy, it'd he like a dream. Rut movies, yeah, 1 haven’t really been bitten by the movie bug. "But I’m looking forward to Johnny Dangerously I'm Michael’s arch enemy, Danny Vermin. I'll put on my Italian voice and model myself after some of my relatives. We re shooting on the Fox lot, with all these great fake sets. Hpsed-down streets, gorgeous cars. " And then,” he says, sighing, "I've got to come right back for Saturday Night. That’ll be a grind. I'm trying to think what I can do on the first show.' Piscopo doesn't foresee any problems aris ing among the rest of the SNL ensemble and him and Murphy whan they all gather again for the season premiere, even though Piscopo and Murphy are clearly the show’s stars. "Nall. 1 don't think there'll be any tension or anything, he muses. “I was going to say it s an ensemble show, but I don’t know if it ever was. An ensemble show starring Chevy Chase, an ensemble show starring Bill Mur ray. I guess it never was. Naah. "But right now I’m concerned because Barry Blaustein and Dave Sheffield — they were supervising producers and two of the premier writers up there, along with Pam Norris and Bob Tischler — Barry and Dave said they're not coming back and I don’t know if Pam is coming back."’ He laughs: "Eddie just left a message on my machine, he goes (adopting a haughty, ef feminate accent): Hello Joe, this is Edward. I just talked to Barry Blaustein and he told me he wasn t coming back. Well, I guess we’re all f-—d. Goodbye.’ ” No matter what happens with Saturday Night Lire, it’s clear that Eddie Murphy and Joe Piscopo are still the best of friends, de spite what was said in Rolling Stone’s June cover story on Murphy. The magazine re ported that during one show, when sched uled guest host Nick Nolte bowed out at the last minute and Murphy hosted, Piscopo was upset that he didn’t get to bask in the limelight. The story said that Piscopo wanted to host the show as Frank Sinatra. To say that thing about me host ing as Sinatra, I thought that was hysterical,” Piscopo says. " Can you imagine hosting the show as Frank Sinatra? Hey, there’s some thing that will hold up over an hour and a half. (In Sinatra voice:) ‘And now, the mu sical guest, please welcome Lionel Richie, a wonderful groovy cat.’” Piscopo laughs. “What was j supposed to do? That was an outright lie. It really bothered me. To the point, where you can’t believe — I was so hurt. More than anger, I was just hurt by it. And I couldn’t figure out where it came from. As far as me and Eddie, it just rolls off our back, because there are editors who are assholes. And I have a. feeling the writer was continued