In 
    the mid-seventies, when every Tom, Dick and Harry was getting their own 
    musical-variety hour, Tony Orlando and Dawn plugged in like nobody else; 
    they actually made it past their initial summer tryout and onto the CBS Fall 
    1975 schedule, attracting an astounding 50 million viewers every week.
    
    This 
    one-of-a-kind yet cornily mainstream trio chalked up a number of insanely 
    popular vaudeville-type songs (including “Tie a Yellow ‘Ribbon Round the Ole 
    Oak Tree,” which was the biggest-selling record of 1973). 
    
    Although this nightclubby group and their moon-spoon-June tunes could 
    never, ever top the charts today, they were planted firmly in the driver’s 
    seat – quite the spectacle at the time. This rush of fresh faces was not 
    only in the air but on the air; television was finally letting its 
    guard down and acknowledging that persons other than Caucasian existed on 
    this earth. Not to worry, though – Tony Orlando and Dawn won’t bite. They 
    serve up songs that both Grandma and Gidget can love.
    
    Billing himself as a “Greekerican” (half Greek and half 
    Puerto Rican), Orlando will settle for nothing less than being the ultimate 
    showman, with a huge heart, a pound of ham and a Zorba-like lust for life 
    (this is in addition to his feathered hair, tight slacks and platform 
    shoes). What he lacks in talent he makes up for in pure nerve. He strives – 
    we appreciate (a photo of his appearance at The Republican National 
    Convention, doing “The Bump” with First Lady Betty Ford, caused a minor 
    media sensation in 1976). 
    No 
    one can ever accuse him of phoning it in. In fact, his passion is so 
    overwhelming that, in one unrehearsed instance, he bear-hugs Phyllis Diller 
    so tightly that her wig falls off. 
    His 
    African-American soul-sister sidekicks, the quiet-but-talented Joyce 
    Vincent-Wilson and the mouthy, funny Telma Hopkins, provide the backup, the 
    sass and the sexy. Not just window dressing, the gals can actually sing, 
    sometimes as just a duet, sometimes whether we want them to or not.  They’re 
    almost always dressed alike, but they have two distinct personalities 
    (collected versus attitudinal). As guest-star Danny Thomas comments about 
    them, “They sure filet that soul.” 
    The 
    gals also appear in a running sketch called “Lou-Effie and Mo’reen,” in 
    which they give middle-America a taste of what out-of-touch comedy writers 
    think it’s like to live in the ghet-to (“We gotta buy Liquid Plumber by the 
    six pack!”). They also readily provide whatever “street” attitude that the 
    ethnic-but-showbizzy Orlando cannot. 
    The 
    comedy skits are about as funny as root canal (there are actually jokes 
    about exporting wheat to Russia!). The audience – starved for TV’s new 
    freedom of easy talk about sex, ride like eighth graders on every 
    double-entendre. And the seventies buzzwords that are sure to draw 
    groans from the crowd (Inflation! Pollution! Unemployment!) are only 
    mentioned as buzzwords – never dared explored. The audience is real, but 
    sweetened by deafening canned laughter and applause. 
    The 
    final ten minutes of each program, however, are what you will need to see. 
    That’s when Orlando gets all unrehearsed and improvisational on you, and he 
    shifts his act off the stage and into the studio audience, singing and 
    dancing with a thrilled, polyestered crowd of middle-class Americans (mostly 
    swooning housewives and clueless businessmen). Woe to the audience member 
    who may not feel “on” as 
    Orlando 
    approaches them: “there are no cop outs here,” Tony warns the crowd.
    
    Watch with reluctant joy as 
    Orlando 
    chats it up with an elderly Jewish couple, celebrating their fiftieth 
    wedding anniversary (Tony must have performed at a lot of bar mitzvahs – he 
    knows the words to “Hava Nagila!”). If this isn’t feel-good television, 
    nothing is. 
    The 
    formula is borrowed directly from Sonny and Cher – cheese served as Tang. 
    Like Sonny, Orlando – with a wink to the audience -- is played for the fool 
    (he comes out dressed like a cowboy, then sings “I Shot The Sheriff”; he 
    dresses like a 
	Kung Fu master and sings “Kung Fu Fighting”).  Like Cher to 
    Sonny, Dawn is there to take Orlando down a few pegs (“From the back, 
    [Orlando] looks like Marlo Thomas,” Telma observes.) The New Equality: now, 
    in this brave world of seventies’ prime time, ethnics can be one-dimensional 
    types too! 
    For 
    the sake of entertainment history, you’ll get a strong lesson in how the 
    once-mighty have fallen. No longer welcome on weekly television, watch the 
    likes of Jackie Gleason, Sid Caesar, Milton Berle, Joey Bishop and Danny 
    Thomas (all in tuxedos) lower themselves into some really bad sketches (“In 
    a world of troubles, this is what we really need,” Orlando muses about his 
    comedy-lovin’ guest stars). You’ll also see Jerry Lewis in rare, funny 
    form.  And Jim Nabors, usually freaking us out by singing in a way that 
    Gomer Pyle never would, gladly appears in a sketch or two. 
    
    Bafflement comes in the form of a “salute” to Hee Haw, featuring some 
    guests from that series (watch in stunned amazement as the bumpkins are 
    solicited by prostitutes at 
    Hollywood 
    and Vine! Hey gang, welcome to the 
    Big City – and to the seventies!). Telma comments about the rubes, 
    “It’s nice to see corn that’s not being sent to 
    Russia.” 
    We 
    are also introduced to the “glamorous” Adrienne Barbeau, and to Alice 
    Cooper, who is announced as an “unbelievable special guest.” 
    
    Charming is the appearance of both Ted Knight (singing “Knock Three Times!”) 
    and Georgia Engel (“I know you’re Tony, but which one is Orlando and which 
    one is Dawn?”), as well as “Hammerin’” Hank Aaron, who doesn’t seem to know 
    why he’s there.  
    Neil 
    Sedaka, decked out in a seventies outfit that you will have to see to 
    believe, is even more amazed than the audience that he is actually 
    experiencing a comeback. And George Carlin does his monologue about nothing 
    (“Hot Water Heater? Hot water doesn’t need to be heated!” “Occasional 
    irregularity?” “Jumbo Shrimp?”)
    
    However the funniest sketch is not here but on The Carol Burnett Show 
    (a DVD extra), in which Carol, Vicki Lawrence and Harvey Korman play Tony 
    Tallahassee and Dusk, singing, “Wrap Your Jammies Round The Old White Pine.”
    
    If 
    you’re looking for true revelation, you’ll actually find it in 
    frequent-guest-star Freddie Prinze, Sr., the topical, edgy comedian who 
    befriended Orlando because they both seemed to think they looked like each 
    other. In a Tonight Show clip from 1976, you can literally see the 
    widening generational divide of show business: Prinze is 21 and Orlando is 
    31; Prinze is edgy and unsentimental, while 
    Orlando 
    is just the opposite. Hip, hard-assed attitude versus old-world schmaltz.
    The 
    rush of finally being able to bring up ethnic topics for comedy’s sake, 
    especially by ethnics themselves (previously taboo on television) is evident 
    in Prinze’s funny monologue. Describing himself as a Hungarican (Hungarian 
    and Puerto Rican), he says, “My parents met on a bus trying to pick each 
    other’s pockets.” And he could sing and dance too. He rocks out to the Kiki 
    Dee hit, “I’ve Got the Music in Me.” 
    
    Sadly, Prinze would be dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound within a 
    year. And the series itself would not last much longer as America and its 
    fickle taste moved on. Trying (lamely) to inject a hip vibe and more 
    sophisticated music (including disco!) into the show, the name is 
    inexplicably changed to The Rainbow Hour, and the magic is not 
    recaptured. 
    What 
    may be most amazing is how many different ways “Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round 
    the Ole Oak Tree” may be served up, from a styling by Jackie Gleason to a 
    studio audience sing-a-long to a countrified version by Buck Owens and the 
    Buckaroos (in matching leisure suits). 
    Tony 
    would reappear on the cultural radar again in 1980, when yellow ribbons were 
    utilized during the Iranian hostage crisis. Now he plays to packed houses in 
    Branson, Missouri, perfect for his brand of audience interaction, most of 
    whom remember him from his glory days. The corn is still there, for sure, 
    and not exported to Russia. 
    
    
    Ron Sklar
    
    
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    Posted: March 5, 2006.