Wednesday, August 16 -- On My Way To Where The Air Is Sweet


Béla Fleck and the Flecktones, "Outbound"
Jars of Clay, "If I Left The Zoo"
Blood Sweat & Tears, "3"
 
 
 
 
 
ometimes you just need to totally escape from life, if only for an hour.

Last night, my wife and I watched a total of four episodes of "General Hospital". The frightening thing about this is that I'm not even ashamed to admit it. We didn't actually sit and stare at the TV for four hours straight; we skipped the most boring storylines (and of course the commercials) so it took only an hour and a half total. It was enough to convince me that the show really is asinine. There are plots about a girl getting blackmailed because she ran off from a party to a hotel room with a guy, who ended up dead with a hypodermic needle in his hand and who turned out to be an undercover cop (got all that?). There is a kid who has been brainwashed by this evil old woman, who also seems to be able to make some other guy hallucinate about a former love. It's the most unbelievable, poorly scripted thing I've ever seen on TV.

We watched it again at lunchtime today.

But wait! This was not the highlight of my TV viewing for the evening. I was flipping through the channels and came across something called Noggin, which shows semi-educational kids' shows.  They were showing what had to have been the very first episode of "Sesame Street", because they spent the whole hour introducing all the characters.  It was bizarre -- Gordon had an afro, Oscar the Grouch was bright orange, and Big Bird had this tiny head.  Frighteninly, though, I still remember half the clips from it.  I wasn't around when the episode aired in 1968 or '69, but they recycled a lot of the pieces, like the dots that marched onto the screen in various states of disarray (which, even at age of 27, I still find hilarious), and the guy that sings "Three -- birthday -- cakes!" and proceeds to fall down the stairs.

The scary thing is, these shows were airing at 10 pm -- in other words, their target audience was adults like me.  Well, I guess whether or not I'm an adult is probably still up for debate after this entry.

 
 



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