Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Cleaning out my closet



Perhaps you have heard of a very common secular psychological practice in counseling called "Talk Therapy". Talk therapy is simply talking about what is bothering you. Talk therapy can be practiced with a friend or loved one, a family member, or a therapist. The "experts" tell us that talk therapy doesn’t have to be difficult. The simple act of discussing your feelings allows you to gain new insight and perspective. Talk therapy can also help to enrich your life by bringing the people that you love closer to you. I would think most Christians could see the pitfalls of such a practice as it would be hard not falling in to sins of the tongue while engaging in Talk Therapy, but nevertheless, I cannot resist, there's something I have to get off my chest concerning a horrific exposure my normally loving and faithful parents were guilty of. Mom and Dad, I only hope the statute of limitations are up for you!

The above clip shows what my dear parents exposed me to for close to 4 years on Saturday or Sunday nights (trying to pinpoint which regular week night we were exposed to this is traumatic in and of itself). What you see is a clip of the Sha-na-na television program that aired from 1977-81. Sha-na-na the group, has existed since 1969, in fact, they still perform today, only with different band members. They are sort of like the Harlem Globetrotters, an institution that goes on despite constantly changing members. The performers you see here are exactly the ones vividly etched in to my memory, no doubt never to be erased due to the impressionability of my young mind between the ages of 6 and 10 when my parents scarred me so. Where's that Men in Black memory-erasing flash thing when you need it?

Each week we would gather as a family and watch the three dudes in the hideously tight, shiny gold pants with the open shirt and greased hair, croon out all sorts of old cheesey 50's song. The fact that I thought "Bowzer" (the bass singing, muscle-shirt wearing, short black pants sporting dude) was cool, tells you how warped watching the show over an extended period of time made me. Mom, Dad, how could you?

O.K., so I've talked this out a bit. I've revealed one of the shaping influences of my formative years to you, hopefully you can understand me better. Isn't that what Talk Therapy is really about? Getting something of my chest and expecting you to deal with it? Phew....I do feel better.

10 comments:

rgmann said...

You poor, poor, tortured soul! I'll pray for you! :-)

Actually, I kinda liked that clip, so what does that say about me? And I actually owned a Sha-na-na album when I was about 8 or 10. So we've both had somewhat of a twisted upbringing!

AJF said...

See how this talk therapy works Roger! Don't you feel better?

Lyle Burton said...

The most important part of talk therapy is not just realizing how warped you really are, but being able to effectively transfer all responsibility for the warpness to others. Good job! On the other hand, don't forget that if not for the foresight of Mom and Dad, you would not now know the words and tunes to lots of really good songs!

GUNNY said...

That definitely takes me back down memory lane.

I think I first saw them on the Gong Show.

Now, THAT was some television!

Phantom495 said...

Okay, I have a confession as well! My mother made me watch Soul Train so that I would learn how to dance! Whew! Got that off my chest! This "Talk Therapy" thing does make me feel...well... all kinda funny inside...

Frontier Forest said...

What's wrong with you younger guys? This is outstanding music! None of that rap garbage or heavy metal, bucket-beating, guitar busten’s up stuff. Wow, glad I got that off my chest!
I am just like Tony, Sr. give me a good dose of that old fashioned, perfect 4-part harmony form the Mills Brothers and I am happy!

Jeff and Danielle said...

Thank you for now exposing us to this. Now WE need therapy! I wonder if the balding man in the gold tights has anything he needs to talk out. Maybe he's too tired from doing jumping jacks and singing at the same time!
Ha!

Kampfgruppe-H said...

Wow, I bet your inner child is really struggling with this. I too was a 'victim' of the Sha-na-na television show, and am not as messed up as you. Perhaps you can start some sort of support group to complement your treatment plan.

Qayaq said...

Very good! Now you need to apply that same talk therapy to your FEAR of the canine species...

AJF said...

now now, I'm not fearful or afraid of the canine species...in fact I think they are a beautiful part of God's creation. It's people that try to keep them inside a house that I don't get. Heck, I love canines... I have one mounted on my wall!