Technically this production is more about the decidedly annoying music than about the Mr. Dress-up afterthought on the screen. I was experimenting with mashing up a well known tune from commercial television, both playing with hidden concepts in otherwise naive lyrics and manually chopping and reassembling the audio time-line in the formal tradition made famous by Fat Boy Slim. This audio mash-up is currently too repetitive and arduous for what it is; someday I should reduce it to the best 90 seconds.
It's easy to demolish the trashy failed televisual family values of the 20th Century or to satire the opening credits of a truly awful '70s sitcom. Understanding the reasons for the sanitised and decidedly straight-only scope of production and broadcast, a bias that remains today though far less so, is more difficult. Yet more difficult than that is a mature, constructive response. After easily disposing of absurdly simplistic, prejudiced and inadequate models for family - how do we propose to somehow form our own families? We had better get together to discover, invent an share real working family structure options, and we must believe in ourselves and each other, or we should be prepared to live all alone.
Bluesky