Insipidness at its best
This show was everything that was wrong with America in the 60s and 70s.
Welk's "champagne" brand may have sounded great during the Big Band Era, but it fell flat in the Age of Television.
Some of the songs the performers sang were religious and country-western, which is about as far away from the Big Band sound as you can get. Yet they were mixed right in there as if it was all one style. Seriously, how does "Frosty the Snowman" on an electric guitar even remotely figure into the realm of "champagne" music?
Furthermore, every song's arrangement absolutely zapped all the energy out of it. Whether Broadway hits or folk songs, Welk's orchestral and vocal arrangements made the songs bland, bland and more bland.
And that BLAND SET didn't help! Ricky Ricardo's "Tropicana" looked lush and vivacious in comparison.
My grandparents used to watch this show every Saturday night without exception. One time, at my own house, I put the show on when my dad was in the room. All it took was a single pounding by Joanne Castle on the piano keys to make my dad react with "That's stupid!"
I never watched the show at our house again.
And I do honestly think that the Aldridge Sisters hated the Otwell Twins: there was never NEVER any chemistry between those girls and those guys.
Tom Netherton was HOT though, which is why I tolerated all the asinine production numbers.
"Don't call me 'honey', mac."
"Don't call me 'mac'... HONEY!"