Being the father of this clan, it's been a heartbreaking, yet heartwarming to watch this beautiful family grow over the years. Sure, we got off on the wrong foot with Chuck. That damn egg-head only how to hold a basket ball. That's why he disappeared shortly after we invited yous in our lives. Lets just say that the cameras were too close when Fonzie's Pigeon shacks came through the roof. Chuck.....what a piece of ...Anyway, then came Richie. Another doo-gooder egg-head, but at least he had the sense to try music, which is what we wanted all out kids to do. Unfortunately, none of 'em were any good. Coming from Milwakee, we had some good support, but just when things were getting good, Fonzie and Anorld decided to stage a war that changed the landscape for a while. The bottom line is, the music changed to more "rock" sound and even though Richie was bad at country, he was worse in rock. We tried to get his sluttty sister Joanie to help, but again, a no-talent family goes a long way. Years, years, pass, and Old Howard's bigbeefyhonker get's a re-birth and up springs AC. Our third boy. The new hope in this long line of untalented Cunningham losers to give us a shot. Well folks, one things for sure. The no talent factor is there. He calls his music "Red Dirt" (that's for people who can't even do bad country), but bless my 9 pound hammer, he just hooked up with Potsie Webber, Harry Jett (Joan's Grandfather), and some blind guy from Laverne's Father's Pizza shop, and their doing some more recordings. These here are apparently the early stuff. Proud, proud, proud; how else can you be after seeing a dumb-ass boy with that no-quit attitude.