RIP Rik Mayall of The Young Ones fame

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Makes No Sense At All captures the visions, ramblings, and memories of Chris Strouth, a Twin Cities-bred master of music, film, and everything else.

Rik Mayall passed away this month. Most folks under 40 in the U.S. probably have no clue who he was. (Aside from obsessive Black Adder fans or those familiar with the truly awful 1991 film Drop Dead Fred -- shot right here in Minneapolis.) However, if you were of a certain age, he was your gateway into alternative culture.

American television in the '80s was a lot different than it is now. For one thing, it was a lot more white and a lot more middle class. You didn't see a lot of images of alt culture -- well, at least not on TV that didn't start with M. When alt peeked through it was a moment of excitement. I could show my parents and say, "See it's not just me, lots of people have big spiky hair." Not that it ever really helped me all that much.


There was the WKRP in Cincinnati punk rock episode in 1978, and the infamous 1982 punk episode of Quincy in which America's favorite medical examiner revealed the dangers of slam dancing. There's the New Wave character Johnny Slash on the 1982 show Square Pegs, and the 1987 after-school special The Day My Kid Went Punk, which starred Jay Underwood, AKA Johnny Storm in the horrendous Roger Corman Fantastic Four film. None of these were ongoing concerns, but just one-shots that fell in and out of the TV universe. And then, from the epicenter of '80s youth culture came The Young Ones.

Almost Dadaesque in its absurdity -- with random musical interludes, cuts to talking flies, dancing food, the cartoon violence, or the subliminal cut ins -- The Young Ones was a relatable, wacky show you could connect to. We could spot aspects of ourselves in each of the characters, while at the same time spotting our friends in it as well. It was sort of like The Breakfast Club -- minus the morals and any of the girls.

The Young Ones was all about archetypes of the characters. Rick (Rik Mayall) was the anarchist, Vyvyan (Adrian Edmondson) the hardcore punk, Neil (Nigel Planer) the hippie, and Mike (Christopher Ryan) the cool one. In reality, Rick was a total poseur. He was Daffy Duck as an anarchist with no grip on reality and his favorite musician was Cliff Richard -- or as I like to think of him, the super-boring Elvis of Britain. Vyv was all the meathead of what was mostly a boy's club rolled into one testosterone-fueled rant, with orange hair and spikes in his forehead. Last was Mike -- arguably the least cool of the quartet, and an eerily '70s throwback with no discernable tribe except that everyone knew a guy sort of like him. The one that that got everyone else to do their bidding, not to mention the first to unleash a custard in any pie fight.

I learned how traditional families worked by watching TV. In many ways I was raised by Andy Griffith, and to a lesser extent Gomez Addams -- though you had to take his fatherly advice with a diabetic killing dose of salt. My parents traveled a lot -- for two to three weeks a month. That might seem like every teenager's fantasy, but it's sort of less than ideal; after all, nothing grows really well in a vacuum. I was in Fridley, which is like the Gary, Indiana of Minneapolis suburbs, only minus the charm. It's also a place not known for its strong punk roots. Add to that I went to Totino Grace, where I became the first male student affected by odd-colored hair bans. So yeah, I got that going for me.

If you can imagine learning how to speak English only by reading it, you are naturally going to mispronounce a lot of words. Ditto learning to be a person by watching TV; you're going to be a little off. A lot of TV at that time, at least the reruns I watched, was the representation of our ideal self. Not like the current self-deprecating Soul Train dance of fart jokes and people with the last name Kardashian. It's hard to slack when your dad was Andy Griffith, Eddie's father, the Father that Knew Best, and the Beaver's pop. That's a lot of father figures to do right by.



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4 comments
Jeremy Deysach
Jeremy Deysach

I am going to take to the streets as an interpretive anarchist poet to protest this event!

Eddie Phillips
Eddie Phillips

This happened over a week ago. On the ball again Shitty Pages.

Jessica Grams
Jessica Grams

I'm writing to the lead singer of echo & the bunnymen about this!!!

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