An interesting anniversary considering what tomorrow is: Today in 1978, the U.S. Supreme Court upheld a Federal Communications Commission ruling punishing WBAI radio in New York City for broadcasting George Carlin’s Seven Dirty Words. (If you click on the link, remember, you’ve been warned.)
Rep. Elise Stefanik (R-NY): “Apparently, no one at the Biden @WhiteHouse has been to the gas station recently. The average price for a gallon of gas is $3.15. This is the HIGHEST price for a gallon of gas since 2014 and a 42% INCREASE from last year.”
Leftist Ed Oswald: “What in fresh hell is this? Housing costs are up by double digits, used cars are literally appreciating on dealer’s lots, and you’re talking about a BBQ? The Trumpiness of this tweet is just gross. Might as well forget about everything else that’s way more expensive?”
CEO Dan Price: “16 cents? Home prices are going up 24% annually right now. The median home goes up 16 cents every 1.3 seconds right now.”
NewsBusters editor Curtis Houck: “Lunacy and divorced from reality. One could argue this is worse than anything Trump tweeted from a policy perspective.”
The Arizona Libertarian Party: “There weren’t many 7/4 cookouts last year and every article I’ve read says the cost of groceries is way up.. but okay. Cringey puns ain’t gonna save you, Joe.”
Kayleigh McEnany: “If President Trump were in the White House… We wouldn’t have huge spikes in homicide & violent crime (except in Dem cities, sadly). We wouldn’t have a 21-year HIGH in illegal crossings. And we wouldn’t be celebrating pennies in savings as inflation everywhere else SKYROCKETS.”
Writer Mark Hemingway: “Comparing prices to last year when there was a massive global pandemic wreaking havoc with supply chains… and then noting just 16 cents in savings this year, seems like advertising a big L?”
Rep. Burgess Owens (R-UT): “With an unprecedented humanitarian crisis at our border, soaring gas prices, and more out of control spending that will cripple our future generations, the Biden Administration is bragging about saving us $0.04 on sliced cheese.”
Doug Heye: “They’ll lose that whopping 16 cents in higher gas prices going to the grocery store and the increased cost of produce (not mentioned here). And God help them if they needed some lumber for some deck repair. But enjoy your 16 cents, everyone – don’t spend it all in one place!”
Rep. Jerry Carl (R-AL): “Good news: you can save 16 cents on the groceries for your cookout this year. Bad news: the gas to get to the store will cost you 42% more than last year.”
Mikey Reid: “Hahahahahahaha he lied about the $2k checks and we never saw another cent but don’t worry starving Americans facing eviction, you will save .16¢ on your cookout lmfaoo.”
Mikey Reid: “Hahahahahahaha he lied about the $2k checks and we never saw another cent but don’t worry starving Americans facing eviction, you will save .16¢ on your cookout lmfaoo.”
Lyndsey Fifield: “My grocery bill is almost twice what it was last year for exactly the same items. This is straight up gaslighting.”
Rep. Greg Steube (R-FL): “Maybe you can use the extra 16 cents towards the several extra dollars to fill up your gas tank.”
Matt Whitlock: “Spent $2T for the American Rescue Plan and all we got was 16 cents off potato chips.”
Rob Schmitt: “Look at this pathetic attempt to fight the inflation narrative.”
Bruce Hooley: “Now lettuce factor in the cost of gasoline to get to the grocery and your transparent, disingenuous lie that things are better now than under Trump will leave you in a pickle.”
Kathy Burnett: “As American families are burdened with out of control inflation and are locked out of the house market as prices skyrocket, the White House celebrates saving $0.16 on an Independence Day cookout…”
Ricky Cobb, a sociology prof in the Chicago area, tweets under the handle “Super 70s Sports.” He is very clever and very popular. He comments on more than sports. A while back, he said, “When you’re discussing the greatest TV theme songs, I’m coming to that party with Fred G. Sanford.”
That struck me as an excellent choice. Quincy Jones wrote the theme to Sanford and Son, the immortal sitcom. He called his piece “The Streetbeater.” It is funky, groovy, and irresistible. It will put a spring in your step (as you beat the streets).
I also thought of Danny Elfman’s theme to The Simpsons. Leonard Bernstein once said, “I’d give five years of my life to have written The Stars and Stripes Forever.” Many of us would give a couple of years — a couple of months? — to have written the Simpsons theme. One suspects, and hopes, it has made the composer a pretty penny. The piece promises wacky fun — and is wacky fun all on its own.
In an online column, I took up the subject of TV themes, and invited readers to send me their nominations, their favorites. The invitation struck a chord (no pun intended). Many people wrote quite personally. TV is a personal thing, and so is music.
“Perhaps I am moved by nostalgia,” one note began — and a lot of others began in similar fashion — “but I have always loved the theme from Our Miss Brooks (the radio show, although the TV version used the same theme at first).” Our Miss Brooks ran on the radio from 1948 to 1957. Its theme — whistling and whimsical — was written by Wilbur Hatch.
Another reader spoke of his father, who lived a rocky life, and died when our reader was just 14. He loved The Jeffersons, the father did — which begins with a rousing, striving, aspirational gospel song: “Movin’ On Up.”
“Countless times,” said another reader, “I have crooned the Baretta theme to my children and grandchildren, as they sulked over some just punishment.” One line of that song goes, “Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time.” Another line goes, “Don’t roll the dice if you can’t pay the price.”
Years ago, a husband and wife moved from Boston to Virginia. He tormented her all the way down with the Green Acres theme. As you may recall, Eddie Albert sings, “You are my wife!” Eva Gabor sighs, “Goodbye, city life!”
One man has a special appreciation of the Bewitched theme. “It may have to do, however, with my adolescent interest in Elizabeth Montgomery.” More than a few of us could sing a few verses of that song.
What makes a good TV theme? Good music, for one thing — music for its own sake. Yet a TV theme should sell the show, too: It should set the mood, or establish the tone. There is an old line — an old truth — about advertising: An ad can be wonderfully funny, touching, or brilliant — but if you can’t remember the product afterward, the ad is no good.
On another occasion, we might take up the subject of ad jingles. Millions can sing “Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there.” The phrase — the musical phrase — was written in 1971 by . . . Barry Manilow.
In my judgment, “Love Boat” is a superb TV theme song. It is both cheesy and alluring — like the show, right? “Love, exciting and new. Come aboard, we’re expecting you.” Route 66, too, has a superb theme. The music says, “The open road. Confidence. A bright day ahead.”
Nelson Riddle, writer of so much music, wrote that theme. It is instrumental, having no words. Or it is a “song without words,” if you like. (I have borrowed Mendelssohn’s heading.) The Sanford and Son and Simpsons themes, too, are songs without words. And, like Riddle’s road music, they serve their shows brilliantly.
What about songs with words? Well, some TV songs have lyrics that enter our national language. Earlier this year, I wrote of going to a golf range, where there is an element of camaraderie. “Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name,” I quoted. That comes from the Cheers theme.
“Who can turn the world on with her smile?” Chances are, you are familiar with that question. And the next one: “Who can take a nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?” What beautiful lyrics, and they belong to “Love Is All Around,” which is the theme song to The Mary Tyler Moore Show.
Sometimes, you need the words of a theme song to explain the premise of the show. Why, in fact, is Eva Gabor living on a farm? Why are those hillbillies living in Beverly Hills? How did the Bradys become a bunch? (They are an example of what we now call a “blended” family.) How did that disparate group of people come to be on a desert island (Gilligan’s)? The theme songs to all of those shows tell you just what you need to know.
Some themes are instantly and forever recognizable by just a few notes. Take four notes in an ascending scale, followed by two snaps of the fingers, and you have the Addams Family theme (composed by Vic Mizzy, who also gave us the Green Acres song).
Can you imagine having written four notes that virtually the whole world knows? I can see Beethoven — thinking of his Fifth Symphony — nodding yes.
Speaking of four notes: The first four of the Twilight Zone theme — those screwy, dizzying intervals — are lodged in our brains. When I was in school, people would sing them when confronted by something weird or mysterious. You had entered the twilight zone, you see. (The music was composed by Marius Constant, a Romanian who went to Paris to study with, among others, Messiaen and Honegger.)
How about the theme to Mission: Impossible, with its stout bass figure? This is the work of Lalo Schifrin, who grew up in Buenos Aires (and then, like Constant, went to Paris). What a thrill it was, one year, when Schifrin came on a National Review cruise.
We can think of dumb songs: “A horse is a horse, of course, of course” (Mister Ed). “George, George, George of the Jungle.” “It’s Howdy Doody time!” But are those songs really dumb? Here I am, in 2021 — more than half a century later — talking about them.
One afternoon, I was talking with Lee Hoiby, the (classical) composer. We were talking about popular standards — “Tangerine” and so on. I asked for his opinion on a number of songs. “Is this one good?” “How about this one?” Ultimately, he said, “You know, if they’ve lasted, they are almost by definition good.”
Some TV theme songs work as stand-alone songs, quite apart from the shows they serve. In addition to some I have already cited — “Where Everybody Knows Your Name” (Cheers) — think of “Happy Days.” And “Suicide Is Painless” (M*A*S*H). And “Moonlighting.” And “Those Were the Days” (All in the Family)!
Quick aside: The music for “Those Were the Days” was written by Charles Strouse, who also did Annie and Bye Bye Birdie.
One reader wrote to say he did not like “And Then There’s Maude,” because it is a feminist anthem. Okay, but what a feminist anthem! (“Lady Godiva was a freedom rider. She didn’t care if the whole world looked.”)
There is a category of TV theme music I would characterize as “urban cool.” Think of the themes to Barney Miller and The Odd Couple. Both of those shows are set in New York. Peter Gunn is set in a city unspecified. Its music reflects some urban cool, too — also danger and excitement, for the protagonist is a private eye.
Many, many readers nominated the Peter Gunn theme as the best TV theme of all, or at any rate near the top. It is by Henry Mancini — who, in one passage, repeated, suggests Ravel’s Boléro (consciously or not, and I suspect consciously).
A long way from urban cool — though cool in its own way — is “The Fishin’ Hole,” the theme music to The Andy Griffith Show. It is the personification — the musicalization? — of carefree happiness. One of its three co-writers, Earle Hagen, does the whistling we hear.
Of westerns, there used to be a great many. And they had music to suit. Perfectly typical of this genre is the theme song to Rawhide, whose music is by Dimitri Tiomkin. He was born, Jewish, in the Russian Empire. He studied at the Saint Petersburg Conservatory, with Glazunov, among others. He was able to flee the Bolsheviks. Once in Hollywood, he helped create the sound of the American West. Isn’t the human imagination remarkable?
Aaron Copland, too, helped create the sound of the American West — through such scores as Rodeo and Billy the Kid. Copland was not a Jewish refugee or immigrant from the Russian or Soviet Empire, but his parents were. Copland grew up in Brooklyn, N.Y. Whether he ever saw a butte, desert, or canyon — besides Manhattan’s — I don’t know.
Classical music has not made many appearances as TV themes. There was a news show — The Huntley-Brinkley Report. It closed with the Scherzo from Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony. Also, William F. Buckley Jr. used Bach for his Firing Line: the last movement of the Brandenburg Concerto No. 2. When you think about it, that fleet, merry trumpet tune doesn’t go with the concept of a firing line. At all. But WFB made it work, as he did most everything else.
Hawaii Five-0. The Rockford Files. Hogan’s Heroes. Hill Street Blues. Taxi. These are shows whose themes were frequently mentioned by my readers, for good reason. I have to think that Hogan’s Heroes was a special challenge, for a composer. What do you do with a sitcom set in a German POW camp?
Rising to the challenge was Jerry Fielding (born Joshua Itzhak Feldman). He composed a march. The snare drums, at the beginning, are slightly menacing. But then the music turns friendly, in a Sousa-like way. Everything will be all right.
Obviously, I could go on and on, having left dozens of worthy themes unmentioned. (Scores of them, you might quip.) I could write a paean to “Meet the Flintstones.” That family lived in the Stone Age. Living in an opposite age were the Jetsons — who got an awfully good theme song, too.
Speaking of ages, epochs, and eras: I can hear critics say to me, “Hey, Gramps, how ’bout some shows from, you know: this century. Heard any good theme music since Reagan was president?” Fair enough — but perhaps we can wait for the more recent themes to ripen into classics.
This July Fourth, that sacred day when we commemorate the hijacking of the American continent by a gang of white supremacists in a desperate bid to hold onto their slaves, I have a question for progressives: What do you want this country to be?
I understand the many frustrations with its flaws. We all have those. I understand anger at the myriad inequalities and injustices. The work of progress is never even close to complete.
But is there anything that would actually make them love this country? Do they understand why so many people—not only in America—admire it?
Ben Rhodes, a former Obama White House official, captures in a new book, After the Fall: Being American in the World We’ve Made, the progressive’s lament on glimpsing a familiar American flag these last few years. “I’d look at the flag that once stirred such emotion in me and feel absolutely nothing,” he writes.
Perhaps in Mr. Rhodes’s case, like Michelle Obama’s , we’ve reached the point where you can be proud of your country only when your boss or someone in your immediate family is running it. That doesn’t sound like America to me. It sounds more like a hereditary tyranny.
But what about all those others who seem to despise everything this country stands for even now that the people they like are in charge, like most of our academics, the staff who run HR departments for big American companies, the prime-time hosts on CNN? I wonder in particular what sort of country they imagine would be better than this.
Last weekend Gwen Berry, an African-American athlete, qualified to represent her country at next month’s Olympics. When the national anthem was played, she turned away and covered her head with a T-shirt.
Imagine if a Chinese athlete did that—maybe raised a fist in defiance and then went to a press conference and demanded that the government stop oppressing Uyghurs or threatening Taiwan. Unless they have hammer-throwing competitions at re-education camps, it would be the last medal ceremony that athlete ever took part in.
That’s true not only of communist China. In most countries in the world, if a talented athlete had been trained, developed and selected from thousands to represent the nation, then went and publicly trashed it all, the public opprobrium would be unrelenting.
In America, you disrespect the institutions of your country, and you get lionized by the media. You take a knee or turn away from the flag or refuse to take the field or the court while the national anthem is played, and you get nodding assent from the authorities who control the sport. You can denounce what your country stands for and get elected to Congress.
That’s fine. It’s all part of the strange, perhaps ultimately unsustainable, contradiction of living in a genuinely free society. But can we at least acknowledge that it is an extraordinary privilege?
This failure to understand American greatness lies at the heart of a delightful paradox in the progressives’ approach to immigration.
Does it occur to them that the main reason the U.S. has a persistent immigration crisis isn’t that nativist Americans want to keep people out? It’s that people keep trying to get in. That’s the thing about an open border. People can go both ways, but they never do, do they?
If the world had no borders, where do progressives think the world would choose to live? Polling has consistently shown that, if they could, by overwhelming margins people from all over the world would choose to come here.
Blacks from Africa, Latinos from Central and South America and Asians from Kamchatka to Kerala are yearning to live in the country we are told is defined by white privilege, xenophobia and ruthless oppression of minorities.
Think of that. What kind of enduring appeal must a country have, what kind of values must it convey to the world that it can so easily supersede the strenuous efforts of its own people to defame it?
Progressives are playing a self-defeating game with immigration. They seem to think that when the migrants get here, they’ll swallow the education system’s prevailing propaganda and hate the country. It doesn’t work like that. Like me, people will come here and feel above all an overwhelming sense of gratitude for what this country has given them.
So go ahead, enjoy your freedom to turn away from the flag, to denounce what it stands for. But could you maybe also just acknowledge for a moment how precious that freedom is? Perhaps take one day a year to reflect that despite your own antipathy, for nearly 250 years people have been proud to call this country home.
The Fourth of July seems like a good day to remember what was really achieved back then—and how astonishingly enduring it has proved.
Bill Clinton was wrong (surprise!) when he intoned that you cannot love your country and hate your government. You certainly can, and you can also love your country, hate your government, and be ashamed of those who voted that crappy government (see United States of America, 2020 Election, and State of Wisconsin, 2018 Election) into office.
Here’s an odd anniversary: Four days after Cher divorced Sonny Bono, she married Gregg Allman. Come back to this blog in nine days to find out what happened next.
Birthdays start with Florence Ballard of the Supremes …
Gov. Tony Evers’ partisan petulance — his disdain for and inability to work with Republicans — is well known.
But Capitol sources say the Democrat is an equal opportunity employer of the political cold shoulder, notorious for ignoring his own party members in the Legislature.
They say Evers and his staff don’t return Dem lawmaker calls, fail to loop them in on everything from major policy initiatives to bill signings, and that he has refused to listen to Democratic legislative leadership ideas and suggestions.
That’s the kind of treatment Republicans have come to expect from a highly partisan liberal Democrat who has called them “amoral,” “stupid,” and “bastards,” among other “intolerant” descriptors. His Mr. Nice Guy “Gee Folks” image has always been one of the lamest lies in Wisconsin politics. But sources say Evers is turning on the ones he loves.
“He doesn’t return calls to Janet Bewley,” one Capitol source told Empower Wisconsin, referring to Senate Minority Leader Janet Bewley (D-Mason). Bewley, who earlier this year called her constituents “not smart because they wouldn’t support local tax increases, did not return a request for comment.
Another legislative source tells Empower Wisconsin that Assembly Democratic Leader Gordon Hintz (D-Oshkosh) is “frustrated.”
“He expected to get some part in the administration as secretary,” the source said, adding that Dem representatives have complained that there is “little communication” from the governor’s office. Hintz’s office did not return a request for comment.
The legislative insider noted Evers’ signing of a bill aimed at lowering prescription drug prices and checking the power of pharmacy benefit managers. In a time of deep partisan division, the bill proved to be extraordinarily bipartisan, with more than 130 lawmakers from both parties signing on. Team Evers sent out a press release at 5:30 p.m. the night before he signed the bill in Wausau.
“What the hell! Even his side was wondering what his thinking was,” he said. “You don’t want to give Republicans any wins. I get it. But this one was such an easy win for everybody.”
Sen. Van Wanggaard wondered the same this week. In a press release celebrating the signing of a bipartisan package of law enforcement reform bills, the Racine Republican was taken aback by Evers’ low-key handling of the event.
“It is curious, however, that rather than celebrate the Republicans and Democrats coming to agreement on these bills, Governor Evers signed these bills in private with no notice,” Wanggaard said. “Instead, he puts out a statement complaining that he didn’t get everything he wanted and advocating for ideas that make every man, woman and child, regardless of race, less safe. For someone who claims he wants Republicans and Democrats to work together to improve Wisconsin, he once again shows otherwise.”
It was another example of Evers catering to his far left base when he could have been building bridges on important policy issues.
Part of the problem, according to one Capitol source, is that Evers and the people who advise him have made “some really rookie mistakes.” And some egregious ones, too. This is the same governor whose staff secretly recorded Republican leadership in a private policy conversation. That Nixonesque style of leadership doesn’t instil a lot of trust in anyone.
More so, Tony Evers is not a conciliator. He’s not a uniter. He’s used any olive branch he’s gotten his hands on to beat his political opponents with, and, it seems, his legislative allies.
“It’s either his way or the highway,” a Capitol source said.
I have heard the same thing from another Democratic leader not in this piece.
Of course, legislative Democrats aren’t going to do anything about it. If they were that upset, one of them would run in the Democratic primary against Evers next year.
The sports broadcasting gods have smiled on me again, so I will be broadcasting the WIAA softball tournament today starting at 11:40 a.m. Central time on this fine radio station, followed, we hope, by the championship game at 6:40 p.m. Central time on this fine radio station.
I previously wrote about my uncommon luck in being able to do state games for a part-time guy. My first state tournament was the first year I was announcing games, in 1989. It took me 25 years to get to do state football, but since then I have done five state championship games, the last two with the right team winning.
I have done three state boys basketball tournaments, three state girls basketball tournaments (most recently this season; one year I called two state championships in two hours), one state wrestling tournament, two state girls volleyball tournaments (most recently this year despite my team losing the game before state; then came positive COVID tests for the winning team), two state baseball tournaments, and one state boys soccer tournament (with the house goalkeeper).
Add softball to the list today to conclude a school year where I did state in the fall, winter and spring, which I think is a first. That, of course, came after a simultaneous first and last, first and last, announcing a child’s game.
The similarity between that game and the most recent game I did was the score: 1–0. A first-inning bases-loaded walk was the only run in our third baseman son’s final game. The only run in the softball sectional final came on, in order, an outfield error, a pitching change (which moved said outfielder to shortstop), a pinch-runner, a base hit, a stolen base by said pinch-runner, a hit batter to load the bases with no one out, and a ground ball to the shortstop, who threw … to first base and not home, where the only run scored. (I assume either muscle memory took over, since most shortstop throws are to first base, or she forgot something her coach had told her about one minute earlier.)
This is why Jim McKay opened every “Wide World of Sports” show with “the thrill of victory … and the agony of defeat … the human drama of athletic competition.” Especially in high school, which is where advanced metrics go to die. The unpredictability and the raw emotion of players, their parents, coaches and fans is what makes it compelling.
There was a definite horn rock theme today in 1968, as proven by number seven …
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… and one on the charts:
Today in 1971, Mick Jagger and Keith Richards were sentenced on drug charges. And, of course, you could replace “1971” with any year and Jagger’ and Richards’ names with practically any rock musician’s name of those days.
Or other people: Today in 2000, Eminem’s mother sued her son for defamation from the line “My mother smokes more dope than I do” from his “My Name Is.”
Birthdays start with LeRoy Anderson, whose first work was the theme music for many afternoon movies, but who is best known for his second work (with which I point out that Christmas is less than six months away):