Zeitgeist Café Episode 8

Episode 8 of my podcast is live. This time Erik and I go on about prime time TV in the 70s and 80s. Turned out to be a 2 parter. Part 2 will be the next show.

Show Notes

Gilligan’s Island

Rescue From Gilligan’s Island

Happy Days

The Fonz and the Happy Days Gang along with the opening sequence.

Hollywood Squares

Laverne and Shirley

Three’s Company

The Gong Show along with the Unknown Comic.

Family Feud and the iconic episode where Richard loses it.

Definition. It’s theme was a ripoff of Soul Bossa Nova.

Doctor Who, it’s theme from the 70s, and Daleks (also includes the theme again, in case you missed it) :).

Barbapapa

Space: 1999

Battlestar Galactica. And apparently the dog thing I mentioned was called a Daggit, and was acted by a chimp in a costume. I never knew that!

Buck Rogers in the 25th Century with Twiki and Dr. Thopolis.

The Six Million Dollar Man. Here’s our hero fighting off Maskatron.

The Incredible Hulk

Magic Shadows with Elwy Yost, and the awesome opening sequence.

What Will They Think Of Next and its even more awesome opening sequence.

Rich Little doing his shtick.

Andre Phillipe Gagnon doing his thing.

Real People and That’s Incredible!

Emergency! and its board game.

CHiPs

Starsky and Hutch

The Dukes of Hazzard

The A-Team

M*A*S*H

Black Hole Sun

I wasn’t ever a big Soundgarden fan, weirdly. I have these little gaps in my music history that get filled in slowly, if at all. It’s sorta weird though, given that when Cornell was doing his thing, it was all over the damned place just as I got myself into University. I was more of an Eddie Vetter man, myself, living inside of Pearl Jam.

That said, the whole scene was inescapable to me. It was all over my early University years. So, it was impossible not to be steeped in this stuff, and I did not mind. It was nice to have vocals like Cornell’s to sing along to, because I actually could. There was some kind of magic in the way this stuff sounded—it had a sultry side under the rock, and I loved that. I don’t know if many people got that who weren’t listening carefully. But every now and again, it would come out in unexpected ways:

Hell of a singer. Hope you’re in a better place, Chris. That was far, far too soon. Today, I feel a little bit older, yet again. As someone on Reddit said in the thread that’s currently discussing this unexpected loss, “we’re all just walking each other home.”

Yup, I guess we are.

Update: Suicide by hanging. Man, oh man. You just never know what battles are being fought between the ears of people. Be good to one another. Let’s walk home in peace. Sigh.

Oontz, oontz

Getting older sorta sucks for a lot of reasons. One of the sadder reasons is that all the people who had a hand in shaping you start to keel over dead. I’ve taken to eulogizing the big players in my journals. People like Leonard Cohen get a lot of words, but I guess some of the minor players maybe deserve a space here. They’re still important in smaller ways, and deserve some remembrance.

Yeah. Good ‘ol Bob. I heard today that Robert Miles shuffled off. All the text I can find right this moment is in Spanish, so I couldn’t tell you what did him in, but damn, that’s early. He was right around my age, which is always pretty scary.

Most people probably don’t know him, but if you were ever into trance or electronica as musical genres, his work will ring a bell. To anyone else, he’s a one-hit wonder at best. I wasn’t heavily into that kind of music either, but I had friends who were.

I’ve heard it said that Bob was sort of a gateway drug into the genre, and that was certainly true for me. I moved past him pretty quick, but without him, it’s arguable I wouldn’t have found the others I love to this day. I went from Bob swiftly into the arms of bands like Enigma, Delerium and its offshoots, and Dead Can Dance, where I spent most of my time. I liked the stuff for writing. Many an undergrad paper took shape for me with these notes hanging in the air. All that’s because of Bob.

Sad that he’s gone. Sigh. Well, time to dig out my ancient copy of Dreamland and give it a spin. Avé atque valé, Bob.