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Way way back, in the mists of our spermatozahood, Name That Tune was a good old, self-explanatory kind of show. The band played the melody (usually "Three Coins In The Fountain"), the jerk tried to guess and if he got it right, he won his own home bomb shelter, completely stocked with a colorful array of hula hoops.
CREEMEDIA
Name That Tune Goes Disco; End Of World Imminent
by Rick Johnson
Way way back, in the mists of our spermatozahood, Name That Tune was a good old, self-explanatory kind of show. The band played the melody (usually "Three Coins In The Fountain"), the jerk tried to guess and if he got it right, he won his own home bomb shelter, completely stocked with a colorful array of hula hoops. This was back when television was just plain stupid.
Then, in order to make TV the dumb-byt-shiny instrument of nuzzle it is today] they had to go back and mess with a lot of classic formulas: Thus the $100,000Name That Tune, with Tom Kennedy and a flashing, exploding set that makes a Kiss concert look like a blind man's closet. Despite the famous Kennedy teeth—which have to be run through a car wash instead of brushed—and a studio audience that's been used in textbooks as the definition for Blurting Out The Answer, the show was still OK. It beat Joker's Wild, anyway.