“WKRP in Cincinnati” sucks. Not the TV show — that was brilliant, funny, ahead of its time. Well, except for Herb Tarlek’s clothes, which were exactly, tragically, of the times.
What sucks is, although you can get WKRP in DVD, it’s not the real show. The producers used so much real rock’n’roll, no one can put out the show unedited at a price consumers will pay. Not even if those consumers will all Bill Gates. It’s just too expensive — and maybe even logistically icky — to license all those hit songs from all those famous bands.
So you can buy expurgated, bowdlerized, versions. But who wants that? And the real deal? Not a chance.
Then I had a thought. What if a not-for-profit got rights to the show? Would the legal issues go away, or at least get a lot less tangly and expensive?
I need a pro to help me out on this one, I’m blegging you. Because if we lose Dr. Johnny Fever, who will teach the children about Bo Diddley?