In my very advanced old age, I now spend much of my endless free time with eyes and ears glued to the idiot box. I get dvds as well as tune into on-air programs that feature familiar long-ago stars, movies, music and game shows.
Like gatherings with old friends, I enjoy time spent with Frank Sinatra, Bette Davis, Gene Kelly, Doris Day, Marlon Brando, Judy Garland, John Wayne, Katharine Hepburn and other long-gone stars. As with many oldsters today who constantly gripe about horrible so-called entertainment, I’m happy to retreat into the past to blot out the unpleasant present.
To my fading eyes and brain, current movies and TV are full of ear-splitting noise, awful music, flashing obnoxious images and senseless violence. And, worst of all, enduring grossly offensive cursing like snotty kids in a junior high boy’s locker room.
Also, in addition to other phony TV no-talent programs, there are the daytime talk shows. They consist of arrogant people squatting on their fat behinds, doing nothing but blurting out idiotic opinions while being paid millions of dollars. And, of course, there are the boring night talk shows, with pitifully untalented hosts trying to imitate Johnny Carson and Jay Leno.
So, that’s why I still would rather watch classic performances by my deceased old favorites who are certainly now entertaining heavenly audiences in the sky. Did I just hear someone singing way up somewhere from over the rainbow?