Thursday, October 23, 2008

Robin Byrd Reruns: Put a Year on That




For the life of me I can't put a year to the show. One would assume that the big hair and cheeseball makeup of the strippers automatically equals sometime in the 80's; but I'm not so sure. Some of the girls shave their hoohaa and have nipple piercings (but no tattoos) which would make them way ahead of the times in the 80's, so I lean towards early 90's, (not the mid 90's where every girl got a tramp stamp or now when strippers have more ink than bikers) but I'm still not convinced.

The early 90's might as well have been the 80's regardless of what VH1 and it's revisionist historical agenda will have you believe. I started high school in 1990 and people were rocking out to glam cock metal and didn't care who knew about their love of Trickster, Extreme and Firehouse. Straight people still thought they could get AIDS from other straight non IV drug users back then; could it have been more 80's?

Someone please give me an answer.

5 comments:

Alex Colby said...

I have no idea when those were shot, but I liked putting the Robyn Byrd show on the big screens at the titty bar I worked at. And I would hide the remotes so that when the weiners came on and it was all sortcore homo action, nobody could take it off.

I would cackle in the office loud enough to be heard in the main room when people started complaining.

Anonymous said...

Trust me, it was 100% early 90's. Hair was, indeed, still big up until 93 AT LEAST. Don't let 'em fool ya, Ed, nobody shaved their pussy all the way in the 80's.

Love,
Bianca

eddie said...

Alex, that is fucking GOLD.

Bianca, that solidifies my opinion. Plus, no one ever accused strippers of being fashion forward

Alex Colby said...

Bianca is wrong, plenty of girls I knew in the 80's defoliated the jungle.

Gotham City Insider said...

Definitely early 90's. Like 1991 or1992 sounds about right.

I used to watch this all the time on Manhattan Cable. The girls looked like greasy french fries under those lights. So nasty.

And after the whole cast joined for an always maudlin rendition of "Baby Let Me Bang Your Box" send off came Al Goldstein's show where in front of a sparkling American flag he'd give the finger to places like Kings Nissan on Coney Island Avenue for being unAmerican for doing him wrong somehow.

God, I miss the 90's on East 5th Street and Avenue A.