So I was at this odd little conference called “Return of the Tentmaker” a while ago. As part of the first speakers presentation we were asked to create a document that represented the significant events of our life . . . up to that point.
It could be a list of things, a narrative . . . or even an actual map. I came up with something that was a cross between a map from The Lord of The Rings and one of those Family Circus comics in which little Billy goes from point A to point B but takes the most circuitous route possible.
There was the adolescent era, the college age, the work and marriage period, the dark times of separation and divorce and the blessed period of reconciliation and various other spots on the map represented by mountains, valleys, rivers and whatnot.
In the middle, occupying the majority of the page was an area called “Vast Adult Wasteland”. This, of course, is a play on two phrases. The first is “Teenage Wasteland”, a line from The Who song “Baba O’Riley” and the second, “Vast Wasteland” is from a speech given to the National Association of Broadcasters in 1961 by Newton Minnow, the then Chairman of the FCC.
The former references waste in general (not necessarily getting “wasted” per se) and the later refers to what one would observe if they were to sit in front of their TV all day with their eyes glued to the screen.
I’ve seen The Who three or four times now and they play the song at every concert. The crowd always drowns out the line “Don’t cry, don’t raise your eye, it’s only teenage wasteland” (sung by Pete Townsend). It’s a seminal moment in classic rock & roll musicology - an admission that things may pretty much suck but somehow, against all odds, and without looking back - life is about moving forward.
As for the wasteland that Mr Minnow refers to (the boat in Gilligan’s Island was named in his honor - you must remember, this speech was given in 1961 - a very long time before the glut of channels with a constant stream of programming around the clock and he actually refers to TV stations actually signing off the air at the end of their broadcast day . . . how quaint) he recognizes the potential lost, the resources squandered, the opportunity missed when “crap is king” (another line from another song about TV) becomes the mantra for our life.
I spent a bit too much time in this Vast Adult Wasteland. I set aside potential, I spent resources unwisely and I watched opportunity leave the station . . .
I’ve decided no more. I’ve decided that my potential is precious, my resources not my own to toss down a rat hole and that opportunity not taken is horribly irresponsible.
I’m not entirely sure how this turns out - but I don’t think it’s too terribly important that I know in advance. I’m pretty sure Sally didn’t know either as she took his hand . . .
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