Tuesday, February 02, 2021

4689 Make Television Great Again


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.



--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


--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


No comments:

MINI 024 Let the Boss Eat the Bill

  It was really good, thanks. Sorry about having to leave in such a hurry.   News item: A table of diners at a restaurant in New Jersey ...