Here’s a little reel featuring the opening credits of the Friday night network TV show line-up in the fall/winter of 1957–and what a load of crap it turns out to have been! Far from making us misty-eyed for the golden age of television, we are instead rendered inert with boredom as the titles of the shows parade by. ‘My Friend Flicka’, ‘Treasure Hunt’, ‘The Adventures of Rin Tin Tin’, “Blondie” and ‘Schlitz Playhouse’ (how can any anthology show sponsored by Schlitz have been anything but lousy). The only ones I want to see are Murrow’s ‘Person To Person’–largely for the views of the celebrity living rooms–and ‘The Ray Anthony Show’, where the master trumpet player is positioned in shadow on a pillar, on a set that looks like it was designed for a Liberace special–candlelabra, chandeliers, balustrades etc. I don’t know if the show was anything more than this shot but there’s something about it that feels relaxing–not boring like the rest of the evenings shows, It’s looks like a perfect piece of boozy programming to end the work week with, before taking a handful of pills, sleeping a drugged sleep, and finally waking up for a scotch, a cigarette and a golf game before the noon drinking–the real weekend drinking–begins in earnest.
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Well that was a fun rabbit hole – many thanks
I ate so many boxes of Shredded Wheat to get the entire RUSTY cavalry suit only to finally put on a really cheap Halloween-like piece of crap. My reaction was like the kid in “Christmas Story” with the decoder ring disappointment. Having grown up Midwesterners my brother and I thought the Schlitz Playhouse was our tree fort :), and The Gillette Cavalcade of Sports was definitely an influence on my early career with ABC Wide World of Sports. Thanks for the stroll
I played one night with Ray Anthony’s band at the Stardust in Vegas ( before they imploded it.)He was short and came up to about about my chest when I stood next to him. He also wore a toupee, as did all band members with any remote signs of hair loss. I’ve been bald since my mid 20’s and never wore one. He micro-managed the drummer: No brushes, no Jo Jones hi-hat, etc. All these factors led to the inevitable conclusion that this would be my first and last night on the band. The nickname for the band was “Ray Agony.”