Hooray for live TV. Right? Hooray for people being able to say the F-word and never doing it. Hooray for the chances that so rarely ever happen on live television. Hooray for real people being almost in person. Live television is a medium that is not the same as television that has been shot, edited, shown, re-edited, and then given to the audience it is supposed to have relate to it’s content. Live television has the edge that, luckily, gets exploited every once in a great while. People do something that is unexpected or exciting and make news or award shows something completely different than scripted and fully prepared programming. Fuck-ups, as I will refer to them, are what give live television a vulnerable and human feeling. Not that there is only fuck-ups to save Saturday Night Live, but it can use a push every once and a while.
When you have a chance to be relatable instead of being a elitist my advice would to be relatable, if even for just a moment. Something that is real and not real in the sense that it is moronic like all the real people that want to be famous, but undeniably real is something to be cherished if it can bring you not only entertainment that was meant to happen, but entertainment that wasn’t meant to happen.
Live television is no more dead to me in it’s beauty than it would have been if I was alive fifty years ago. No it cannot be relied on as the most immediate response news information today, but it still has an interesting appeal that need not be terminated simply because people think that Live doesn’t mean the same thing as it used to. If circumstances like that were the case then all forms of entertainment would be useless because five hundred years ago some effeminate guy wrote better stories than anyone else has since.
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