Wanna contribute to our culture? Create something enduring/meaningful/enjoyable?
‘Tis a worthy ambition, something TVWriter™ congratulates and encourages.
Just don’t get all het up about doing it, you know, via writing for TV.
Case in point:
My Husband’s Stupid Record Collection: All in the Family
If you think I don’t know anything about music, wait till you see how much I don’t know about TV shows from the 1970s! Alex apparently owns an “All In The Family” record and I’m not sure if it’s going to be music from the show or scenes from the show. Based on the track titles, I’m guessing scenes, which I’m really excited about. Who would have thought that that was a thing? Could you imaging a Parks and Recreation album? Are TV show albums early gifs? Early youtube?
Before I put the record on I’m going to type out what’s written on the back by Norman Lear whom I’m guessing is either a creator, writer or actor on the show. I think it’s supposed to be funny and maybe heat-warming, but I find this little story extremely depressing. (Keep in mind I really know absolutely nothing about this show. I’ve heard the title of it before but that’s it.)
“All in The Family first aired on January 12, 1971 and two days later we received our first piece of mail. It was a letter from a woman who had been divorced many years before, when her son was 4 years old. The boy had never seen his father after that. On the night All In The Family debuted, her son was now 32 years old and living in a city 1200 miles away. The show was on for about 10 minutes when the lady ran to the telephone and almost broker her dialing finger phoning her son. Happily she reached him and screamed across the miles: “You always wanted to know what your father was like- well, hurry up and turn on Channel 2!!” In this album, perhaps there is a touch of your father. Or neighbor. Or me, Or you. Whatever, whoever-enjoy!
“Never seen his father after that”? Since he was 4? That’s sad. I kind of don’t get the point of that story being on the back of that album. Another thing that is on the back of the album is written in pen “Dad’s Pager 651-6800.” Can’t you just picture a latchkey kid from the 70’s home alone after school by himself listening to his All In The Family album while his dad’s working at the hospital? (Weren’t doctors the only ones with pagers in the 70s?) His dad made him write down his pager number for emergencies, and now he’s laying on the shag carpet in the living room with some milk and cookies and just happy that even though his dad might work too much, at least he didn’t divorce his mom when he was four and never saw him after that.