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Here's a show I remember from my childhood…and you might if you're around my age (60) and you grew up in Los Angeles. It's Dick Sinclair's Polka Parade, a live weekly show of…well, polka music. I recall watching it with my parents and wondering why Mr. Sinclair was hosting a polka parade since polkas are about playing music and dancing, and he seemed able to do neither.

I only have a vague sense of its history from articles I read a few decades back. Sinclair was a radio personality and was also throughout his career very involved in the programming of stations. He was hosting a radio show where he played polkas — and he apparently studied and knew that genre well…knew every polka record ever made and every polka ever written and didn't just play the same tunes over and over.

His broadasts were popular enough that someone got the idea to do a TV version with live musicians. It was sponsored by Farmer John Sausage and it was good for them because as we all know, people who like polkas buy a lot of sausage. I guess. For a while, Sinclair and his polkas were on Saturday night so that folks could watch Lawrence Welk on the ABC network and then switch over to KTLA Channel 5 and get a bonus helping of music — all polkas, all the time. Welk played occasional polkas but Sinclair didn't mess around with that non-polka crap.

I vaguely recall hearing somewhere that he and his producers would watch Welk's show (this is all live TV, remember) and if Lawrence played a polka they were planning to play, they'd yank it out of their rundown. That is, unless it was "The Pennsylvania Polka" or "Roll Out the Barrel," both of which they played often by request. Many of the acts that appeared on Dick Sinclair's Polka Parade became local celebrities and would get booked into L.A. functions and advertised as "As seen on…"

This episode appears to be from 1957 and if I saw it when it aired, I was five. The TV show went on for some time after but I've been unable to ascertain for how long. I can however tell you when Dick Sinclair stopped hosting a polka show on radio. Answer: He hasn't. At least, the last time I looked, he was still doing it on weekends on Cable Radio Network and it probably sounds a lot like this…

Over in CBR…

Comic Book Resources has posted a good report on a panel I moderated at Comic-Con with folks who were active in comics in the seventies. I could tell you about the panel but Michael May did such a fine reporting job that I don't have to. (Minor point: Herb Trimpe, advertised as a panelist, was absent at my suggestion. Herb had work to do so I told him, "Skip the panel. I have enough people on it.")

CBR also has the latest on our friend Roger Slifer and alas, the latest is not good. Roger was struck by a hit-and-run driver on June 23 and he has been in a coma ever since, his breathing maintained by machine and not his own, sadly-damaged body. Roger was and will always be one of those "didn't have an enemy in the world" guys and this is very sad. Very sad.

Buddy Love Live!

Jim Brochu calls my attention to this rave review for the musical version of The Nutty Professor which just opened in Nashville. If they're all this good, this thing may actually make it to Broadway.

That's not as easy a transition as some folks think. There's a shortage of theaters and there are shows that have the backers to open on The Great White Way if only they could secure a venue. But then they also don't have reviews like this going for them to say nothing of the star power of Jerry Lewis.

Colonel of Truth

I saw this on someone's site and had to steal it.  Good advertising idea…though someone will probably remark, "Yeah, served without hate and served without chicken!"

And while we're on the topic: Here's a good essay by attorney Mark J. Randazza on the First Amendment rights of Chick-Fil-A. I agree.

My Tweets from Yesterday

  • Jonah Lehrer wrote a nice letter of resignation from the New Yorker when he was caught plagiarizing. If I'm ever caught, I'll copy his. 19:49:42

Just After Midnight…

Boy, I wish I had a great anecdote about Gore Vidal.