I'm one of those who believe that the world lost a great art form when television shows stopped explaining the plot of the program in the opening theme songs. After hours of sleep deprivation and deep reflection, I'm finding "The Brady Bunch" theme song to be extremely depressing when the upbeat music is removed and only the lyrics remain. I'm also fascinated by the graphics that accompany the theme song. These people are not part of a 'bunch,' they are presented as completely isolated entities in some kind of bizarre matrix formation. Read as a poem or story, it reads like a fable, especially with the repetition of the phrase "it's the story."
It's the story of a lovely lady who was bringing up three very lovely girls. [Doesn't every tragedy begin with a description of the woman's beauty?]
All of them had hair of gold... [This antiquated language seems very Grimm, no?]
...like their mother-- the youngest one in curls. [Blond curly hair-- international symbol for young, innocent, female victim, from Goldilocks to Jonbenet.]
It's the story of a man named Brady...[Last name only? Like in the mob or military?]
...who was busy with three boys of his own. They were four men living all together-- but they were all alone. [Woah. Together yet alone? How postmodern. And ominous.]
Until the one day when the lady met the fellow...[Why no names? How and why did they meet?]
...and they knew that it was much more than a hunch...[A hunch? Is that often what inspires a marriage? Aren't hunches more typically associated with detective stories?]
...that this group must somehow form a family...[The use of the word 'somehow' here really disturbs me. Like, 'whatever it takes, we're gonna do it. We're gonna form a family, damnit.]
...that's the way they all became the Brady bunch. [This sounds much more like the formation of a cult than a family. It's so impersonal. They all lose their identities-- not they they really had any identities until now, besides physical descriptions of the women and a last name for the patriarch, and that name is all that remains, the Brady bunch. This phrase is then repeated several times.]
You probably think I'm insane. But try reading the lyrics slowly, out loud, in complete silence, and get a feel for the mood of the room. Terrifying!
it's the story of a man named tommy
ReplyDeletewho was bringing up two quite unlucky daughters.
both of them were abandoned by their mother,
stuck in cali with a military father.
it's the story of a girl named kristi
who had a chubby lil son of her own.
they were two misfits living all together
but they were all alone.
until one day when this welfare queen met this marine officer
and he devised a clever little con:
she'd babysit his kids until he shagged her,
then they'd all become the family vaughan.
the family vaughan, the family vaughan,
that's the way we all became the family vaughan!
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ReplyDeletep.s. whoever .C.is is hilarious. nice take on the brady theme!
do you have a facebook by any chance? someone to talk to would be nice
ReplyDeletecan you suggest anymore blogs to follow? Im looking to read something like what you write. or poetry. or short stories. something entertaining.Could i just follow all of your followers? hahha
ReplyDeletethis is all very funny
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