Bring back great TV.
What’s worse than the endless parade of talking heads on
cable news? Not much. But we’ve discovered a possible answer: The
endless parade of so-called singing, dancing and “talent” shows.
In olden TV times, the news came on once a day and that
seemed to be enough. At some point, the geniuses of television discovered
that there really isn’t enough news to fill more than a few hours at a
time.
So they hired commentators. This is a good thing in
some ways. It’s good because it keeps thousands of men and women whose
job titles begin with the word “former” off the welfare rolls.
Former
--FBI Special Agents (if they’re all “special” agents that
kind of kills the meaning of “special.”)
Or former:
--Homeland security officials or agents.
--Corrections officers
--Cops (patrol lifers)
--Cops (detectives)
--Congressmen, mayors, county executives, judges, jurors
--Law professors
--Climate scientists
--Immunologists
--Professional athletes
--Olympic athletes
--Addicts (Alcohol, meth, coke, uppers, downers, sex,
gambling, tobacco, coldcuts, pizza.)
--Miners (coal, oil, gold, silver, gemstones, human remains,
animal remains)
--Transportation workers (Pilots, cabdrivers, ride hailing
drivers, train engineers, bus drivers, over the road truck drivers, local truck
drivers, rickshaw drivers)
If there’s a shortage of “formers,” you can always count on
political analysts and operatives, authors, historians, hedge funders,
stockbrokers, owners of small shops in towns you’ve never heard of in states
you’d never visit and currently employed professors with an emphasis on those
from Ivy League schools or schools no one ever heard of.
Talk about job creators! Cable News is a champ.
But its championship is endangered. Coming up on the
homestretch are people involved in
Talent shows:
Singers who fall into several categories, among them:
--Men or women who grew up in the gospel tradition, much of
which involves screaming and adding unnecessary notes where none belong.
--Men and women who grew up in the operatic tradition, much
of which involves screaming and removing necessary notes.
--Men and women who grew up in the tradition of the Great
American Songbook but were born eons after it fell out of fashion.
--Rappers and hip-hoppers who grew up in the tradition of
incoherent mumbling and words pretending they rhyme but don’t.
Players of odd musical instruments:
--Sitars, euphoniums, glass harmonicas, concertinas, rows of
water drinking glasses filled with varying amounts of liquid and which when
struck make approximate notes, theremins, fretless banjos, contrabass flutes,
pan flutes, ocarinas, autoharps, kazoos, washboards, musical saws and pairs of
clacking tablespoons.
It helps if the contestant has a “story” like
--Living in town with a population under 50.
--Living on a small family farm.
--Living in public housing.
--Born with a terrible affliction.
--Overcoming a post-birth terrible affliction.
--Losing a parent in childhood or -- even better --
childbirth.
--Walking away from what looked like a car crash no one
could have walked away from.
And let’s not forget magicians, jugglers, daredevil
acrobats, blindfolded archers, dance troupes, tap dancers, break dancers and standup
comedians, poets, mimes, ventriloquists, skateboarders, contortionists and
trainers of dogs, cats, monkeys, turtles and whales or dolphins.
Here’s today’s Great Idea: Get some blowhard real estate
pretender, have him play the part of The Big Boss and hire and fire people at
random.
Oh. Wait. Never mind. Something like that would never work.
Would it?
I’m Wes Richards. My opinions are my own but you’re welcome
to them. ®
Any Questions? wesrichards@gmail.com
© WIR 2021
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