In the beginning was the word, and the word was Uncle Floyd.
My devotion to this teevee character and his throw-it-against-the-wall programming broadcast via UHF out of New Jersey is rooted in the fact that for years I never saw the program--but only heard about it from my friends in the
New York area. The Uncle Floyd Show was what the rock elitists watched while everyone else was focused on, say, Saturday Night Live.
The comedy schtick of Floyd and his cast of misfits suggested a paradise where whatever you could think of you could actually do on television.
Much of what we take for granted now--especially the homemade ineptitude of a youtube video or the intentional messiness of hipster tv commercials--were all present on Floyd's program taped in what seemed like someone's garage.