Joan's Journal

The Lawrence Welk show is the biggest ball of cheese that ever cheesed. I can't imagine how anyone ever watched it non-ironically, because wow, is it campy (and they periodically pan over the audience where the entire retirement community of Palm Springs '72, subsection "originally from Fargo, ND", is having the time of their lives. Awesome). I can't usually watch it for more than twenty minutes at a time, but those twenty minutes are gold. I'd love to have this one number on tape, the one where the blonde soprano wore a vast silver lamé dress with a huge stand-up ruff collar and silver star deelieboppers (!) to sing "Fly Me to the Moon." Now that is art. The only thing it lacked was the accordian guy playing along.