A Prairie Home Companion - Should be called "The Garrison Keillor Precious Hour", but it runs 120 minutes in length. OK, Garrison, you're from Minnesota, you're Lutheran, and you're repressed -- we get it, already. Why he couldn't content himself with nearly ruining The New Yorker, I don't know. But the beloved show is back, baby! Zzzzzzzzz. If I ever hear that lame "buttermilk biscuits" schtick with a jug band in the background, I swear to God, I'm going to drive my car off a cliff. My mom loves this show, and I'm willing to chalk that up to her coming from Minnesota and also growing up in the radio era. But if you're under 40 and you love this show, it's time to think about who stole your youth. Buttermilk fucking biscuits! HA! Then again if you like bobbing for apples, or love those e-mails where you compute a bunch of ridiculous questions to end up with your birth year -- then maybe you'll find this show entertaining. As for me, "Tumblin' Tumbleweeds" is not the kind of song I like to hear on the radio in 1999.
So that's the news from Lake Wobegon ... where the shows are weak, the faces are made for radio, and most of the programming is below average.
>>By Schtick (Sunday, 26 Jan 2003 10:28)
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