Sometimes I have a hard time believing that a show like Solid Gold actually existed. We live in a time when pop music is ubiquitous. You can order CDs on the intertubes, down load new tunes on the intertubes and discover worlds and worlds of new bands and artists on the intertubes.

So it seems vaguely preposterous, like a barely-remembered fever dream, that there was a time in my life when I willingly tuned into a network TV show - hosted by a goddam puppet of all things - to watch to body-stocking clad dancers perform interpretive dance to illustrate the ‘weekly countdown’. Really now, doesn’t that sound like a skit Will Ferrell would perform?

I need to ruminate on this some more.