Prime Time
Apparently my veiled threat at the end of the last column was perceived as idle—nobody down at the prestigious CREEM offices offered to defer part of their yacht, payments in order to underwrite my desire for subscription TV (cable hasn’t arrived in Detroit yet and won’t for at least another year) though, of course, it would all have been for the good of the magazine.
Prime Time
Another Frigging List
Richard C. Walls
Apparently my veiled threat at the end of the last column was perceived as idle—nobody down at the prestigious CREEM offices offered to defer part of their yacht, payments in order to underwrite my desire for subscription TV (cable hasn’t arrived in Detroit yet and won’t for at least another year) though, of course, it would all have been for the good of the magazine. And idle it was, ’cause here’s another two months worth of meditations on things vaguely related to commercial television...
IT WAS INEVITABLE: ’Tis the season when every two-bit selfappointed arbiter of public taste is condensing the past year into a (usually) 10 best, worst, whatever list.. .and this particular two-bit arbiter figures it’s about time to jump on the bandwagon.
Presenting the first annual (what else?) Pillbeams, awarded for Significant Moments in television during 1981: