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June 1, 2006

I (DON'T) GOT THE POWER

Will someone please explain to me why my neighborhood doesn't lose power during storms, but when it's 70, sunny, and light winds, bam, the electricity cuts off?

Twice today- TWICE- we lost the juice. No explanation, out for a few hours. No weather trouble, no construction accidents, it just... blew. I couldn't work, I couldn't do much of anything, and all I COULD do was sit there and forlornly look at the computer and the TV and wonder what life was like in the 1700s. Lord, am I pathetic.

On the bright side, the Phillies are in town to break my heart again. Off to the game....


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June 2, 2006

JINX ALERT

I have been advised by experts- OK, my friend Joe- that my presence at Dodger Stadium when the Phillies are in town guarantees a loss by the Phightin's, and therefore I should be barred from the ballpark.

Last night, he was right. 7-0.

I'll be there tonight. And tomorrow. Let's see if his theory holds up. (And, come to think of it, I can't recall ever being there when the Phils won...)


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JINX UPDATE

The answer: I guess not.

Phillies 8, Dodgers 6.

That's a relief.


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June 3, 2006

A HOT TIME AT THE OLD BALLPARK TODAY

And now, the jinx is back.

This time, Fran was with me at the game, and the Phillies instantly fell behind while the Dodgers were taking batting practice against Eude Brito, in his first major league start (welcome to the bigs, kid! Hope you haven't sublet that apartment in Scranton yet). Meanwhile, the temperature started at 91 and probably hit "Broil" sometime around the fifth inning. We bailed in the seventh with the Dodgers up 8-0- we had much better things to do, like commune with the morons at Wal-Mart, including the woman with two kids and a basket stuffed full of stuff which she insisted the checker check for prices on an indivudual basis, then when all of it was checked out, then demanded that the whole purchase be voided and re-rung one at a time until it reached the amount she wanted to spend. (The cashier kept looking at me and whispering an apology)

It's evening now and still damn hot, so I'm gonna shut this thing down and try to cool off. You'd best do the same. (Tomorrow: last "Sopranos" for a while. Prepare yourself)


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June 4, 2006

TONIGHT'S "SOPRANOS": HO HO HO, HOS

All that hype for the "last episode of the season" (actually the middle episode of a season HBO greedily split in two) and we get a Soprano Family Christmas? You gotta be kiddin' me.

The episode set up fireworks that never came, except for an explosion that didn't kill Phil Leotardo. Christopher slept with, and did heroin with, Tony's unconsummated real estate slut, but Tony didn't whack him when he found out. The proposed Tony-Phil/Sack truce fell apart, but nothing happened except Phil ended up in the hospital with a heart attack. A.J. brought a Latina single mother home as his date for Christmas at mom and dad's house and bought her an expensive piece of jewelry- at the mall!- and Tony didn't get pissed off. The only Tony moment came with Dr. Useless, when he complained about Christopher and mused about his own screwed-up attraction to classy broads, but it led to nothing. Even a scene with Uncle Forgotten and Bobby Bacala was a throwaway. Oh, and Tony was worried that Carm would hire a private eye to look for Adriana (whose mom lay in the hospital after self-inflicted wrist-slashing), so he had Silvio take care of the inspectors so that house she was building would be on again and she'd have something to do. Problem solved.

One future problem: the FBI agent tipped Tony that they'd heard the Sheepshead Bay guys talking about revenge against him. Just a heads-up. And now, if they DON'T whack Tony in the final eight episodes, it'll be yet another plot point that went nowhere. I didn't think I'd WANT to see Tony get it, but, hey, you hint it, you have to deliver it.

And it was all wrapped up in Thanksgiving and Christmas family gatherings. How very King Family.

On the other hand, at least the Vito story's over. Poor Johnnycakes. And we have until January to imagine colorful ways that Tony might get hit. Paulie Walnuts, with the lead pipe, in the Pork Store? Phil Leotardo, with the candlestick, in the Bada Bing? The feds, with the revolver, in the North Caldwell McMansion? We'll have to wait.

At least we'll have Johnny Drama to keep us company.


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June 5, 2006

LATE NIGHT RANDOM

Random late-night thoughts:

1. To the guy who squeezed the water out of his bathing suit onto my towel in the Torrance Y shower room today, thinking it was his- pay attention to where you put your towel, moron. Offer to go down to the first floor and get a fresh towel for the guy whose towel you just doused. And switching to Japanese and feigning inability to speak English doesn't wash when you appear to understand what people are yelling at you. Geez.

2. 6-6-06 is meaningless except as a stupid marketing ploy for a needless movie remake. They were skywriting it over Hollywood when I arrived at the ballpark tonight- guys, it's cheesy. Maybe it'll make a fortune- probably will- but it's way cheesy. Please, let us hear no more of this.

3. My World Cup pool teams: Argentina, Portugal, Croatia, Ghana. Not too bad. 'Course, now that I have them, they'll disappoint. (Not that Ghana has much disappointment room, but the other three... And now you know what some folks do in a baseball press box while the Mets are pounding Brett Tomko)

Enough for tonight.


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June 6, 2006

TRAVEL TIP

Travel tip: Don't.

Gotta pack, got work still to do before leaving, way too busy. Talk to you tomorrow.


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June 7, 2006

SLEEPING IN THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS

Another interminably long day, mostly involving travel. Up at 3:45, out the door by 4:30, airport by 5, flight at 7, landed at 3:30 Eastern, then an almost two hour cab ride to Manhattan and I'm worn out. Hate to lose a whole day like this, but that's how it works out. (The red eye is not an option- I did that to Florida for a while and it was worse) At least JetBlue has TV, but after the endless cycle of SportsCenter repeats and a whole bunch o' "Password" and "$10,000. Pyramid," your mind turns to Jell-O.

Which is what my mind is now. So I'm turning in. Remember, convention coverage starts Friday. I bet you already kinda know what I'm gonna write about that. (See last year's entries)


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June 8, 2006

THIS WEEK'S "THE LETTER FROM ALL ACCESS NEWS-TALK-SPORTS": LEARNING FROM ALLEN LUDDEN

Almost forgot to post this week's All Access "The Letter" weekly newsletter, and since the text version got screwed up, there's actually a good reason other than sheer laziness to do so. So...:

This week: learning from Allen Ludden, with a special guest appearance by Bert Convy.

I spent most of Wednesday flying across the country, and it took me almost as long to make it from JFK to Manhattan as it did from Long Beach to JFK. In that time, I learned three valuable lessons. Those were:

1. Simple is better.

2. The Church of the Open Door in Brooklyn appears to keep all of its doors closed.

3. When you look at the weather report for your destination and it says "rain, heavy at times," you might want to consider packing a raincoat. Might be advisable, 's all I'm sayin'. Would have been a good idea had I thought of it in California rather than on the plane.

For purposes of talk radio, though, Lesson 1 is the important one. And that's where Allen Ludden comes in. JetBlue offers TV to its passengers, and that's great, except that whenever I fly, it happens to correspond with when TV is at its worst, daytime. I always fly when ESPN replays the same SportsCenter over and over and over and over and over until you can do the commentary verbatim, right along with the anchors. How many times can you watch the same exact highlight reel of Ortiz' homer, then Bernie Williams' homer, then that Melky Cabrera catch to rob Manny of a homer? Maybe it's better if you're a Yankee fan. But I always end up watching channels I'd never otherwise watch, in this case GSN, the erstwhile Game Show Network, which was, on Wednesday, in full "Password" mode.

You remember "Password." Everyone remembers "Password." It was on for a long time, in several different variations, mostly hosted by Allen Ludden, but the basics were always the same: you give one-word clues to try and get your partner to guess the "password." Simple. "The password is... cheese." "Cheddar..." "Cheese!" Anyone can play. A Martian could watch it for 30 seconds and figure out the rules. Game show perfection, and it lasted for decades. On the flight, I watched "Password Plus" and "Super Password" (with Bert Convy!) all the way through and played along, and it was reasonably entertaining.

And then they had some other game shows, one old one with Bill Cullen where you had to answer questions and they corresponded to a grid of octagonal squares and I couldn't quite figure out what the object was, so I switched away. And there was a newer one with Chuck Woolery that involved, well, I have no idea what that was- there were contestants and some sort of grid board with lights, but I couldn't understand the rules at all, so I didn't watch. "Jeopardy?" Yeah, watched that- answer in the form of a question, simple. I noticed that if it took me more than a few seconds to grasp how to play the game, I was gone. If I could figure it out immediately, I stayed.

That goes for talk radio topics, too. Recently, I was listening to a talk show and the host took an entire segment explaining a story in the news and the many aspects of it that could be debated, and after 15 minutes, I still couldn't figure out exactly what he was going for. If I was an average listener, I'd have been gone within a minute, maybe less. Getting to the point fast is important, but you gotta make the point easy to grasp, too. And that's the "Password" lesson: when someone tunes in at any time, whether it's the beginning of the show or halfway through a call, make it easy for that new listener to understand what the heck you're talking about. If the topic can't be boiled down to one or two simple phrases or points, a lot of people will move on to see what's on other stations.

Do I have a lot of scientific research to back that up? Nah. But I've done enough talk radio to know that it's true- the simpler and easier to grasp you make your premise, and the more you repeat that so new listeners don't have to wait to figure out what's going on, the more likely they'll stick around. But don't take my word for it- just ask Allen Ludden. (I know, I know, you can't ask him anymore, but you get the idea)

And, yes, I know, I just wrote a ton of words to make the point that you shouldn't take too many words to get to the point. At least I'm not doing a radio show.

For those of you who DO have a radio show, it's time for the weekly plug for All Access News-Talk-Sports and the Talk Topics show prep column, where you can find lots of stuff to talk about. This week so far, you'll find out why someone who found a frog in her salad ISN'T suing, you'll hear what the controversy is about Budweiser at the World Cup, you'll join the debate over teaching "character" in schools, you'll discover to what extremes people are now going to keep their job prospects bright, you'll learn why some people will pay $7,000. for a cat, you'll get up to date with the latest reason not to move to South Florida (as if gators and hurricanes and the Marlins weren't enough), you'll finally get the answer to who'd win a fight between a deer and a pit bull, you'll find out why some students' grades depend on how long they can, er, hold it in, and you'll collect several entertaining teacher-student sex scandal stories. Plus a story about Boudreaux' Butt Paste. And items and comments and links about "real" news stories like terrorism and the elections and that kind of stuff. All that plus "10 Questions With..." KHTK/Sacramento night host Carmichael Dave and the Talent Toolkit with three sites about dear old Dad, and the rest of All Access with lots of industry news and columns and the Industry Directory and stuff that will help you do your job better (and job listings, if you're looking for someplace new to do that better job).

Next week: I have no idea. Maybe something will happen at this weekend's convention. Or maybe I'll just dash off something stupid at the last minute as usual. Bet on the latter.


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June 9, 2006

CONTROL YOUR DISAPPOINTMENT

I had a late night tonight at the talk radio convention. There was beer involved. I saw a lot of friends and nice people, many of whom noted that they read this thing, and I hate to disappoint them by dashing off a note saying I don't have the time or remaining active brain cells to write much more than this tonight, but, well, I don't have the time or remaining active brain cells to write much more than this tonight.

I think sleep would be the appropriate next step. It's pretty much all I'm capable of accomplishing at the moment.


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June 10, 2006

I WANT TO BE A PART OF IT... OR MAYBE NOT

It was a breezy evening, the wind almost stiff coming off the Hudson, and the baseball field a block or so northwest of Ground Zero was buzzing as a team of pint-sized Phillies battled a kiddie A's squad. I watched for a few minutes, then walked to dinner along West Broadway up to Soho, browsing the shop windows and checking out the hipsters dining and drinking at any number of busy restaurants and bars. The sun was still out but casting long shadows across the street; the sidewalks were teeming with young people. A palpable buzz filled the air. All evening- a busy, trendy restaurant, a very cool little dessert place on a side street in the West Village, ducking into a great magazine store for a few minutes of browsing, even the E train back downtown- it felt comfortable, familiar, right to be in New York.

Once in a while, I imagine myself coming back east. Manhattan can do that to you on a night like this, when you feel more alive as part of the greatest city in the world.

And then I remember where I live now, and the New York state of mind passes. But for a few minutes tonight, it felt good to be back. Glad I got that out of my system. I'm ready to go home now.


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June 12, 2006

CONVENTIONAL WISDOM

This year's Talkers convention turned out to be a lot less painful than past conventions, because I didn't pay a lot of attention to the panels. The panels were mostly the usual overcrowded discussions with the usual aimless arguments and stuff we can hear from the same people on their shows. The trick to these things, I discovered, is to not take what they say on the panels very seriously (well, except for one aspect, but I'm saving that for "The Letter"). You have to think of it as a talk radio social gathering. It didn't hurt that because of the rapid growth of "The Letter" and this blog plus the picture at All Access, a lot more people know who I am and recognized me. I can't hide anymore.

Not that I want to hide much; you get more beer if you actually show up for the parties. There was plenty of beer. Lots of good conversation, too, and it's nice to have the opportunity to meet in person people with whom you only have an e-mail relationship. I missed several people because there wasn't time to get to everything, and I had to turn down an awesome dinner invitation because I'd already arranged another awesome dinner engagement. And I even got a spectacular endorsement from ace talk radio consultant Holland Cooke in his speech. I could get a big head from... okay, a BIGGER head from all this attention.

The actual topics were the usual: general confusion over "FM Talk," debating over "women's talk" (including some great sniping between Daria Dolan and Grace Blazer, plus the added bonus of snarky heckling by Sally Jessy Raphael, who's shopping a show; if she does on the show what she did on the panel, I'd listen), typical headscratching over podcasting and satellite and "the future." There was the requisite panel of a bunch of hosts talking mostly abouyt stuff you can hear them say on their shows every day, a chill-inducing "God Bless America" from Ronan Tynan (everyone in this country should experience hearing him sing that close up and in person at least once), a rather odd and emotional speech by George Takei accepting the "Freedom of Speech Award" for Howard Stern, and cameo appearances by Jerry Springer AND Al Sharpton. And there was popcorn, since the lion's share of the festivities took place in a movie theater. I thought for a fleeting moment about drifting into "The Omen" or "The Da Vinci Code" in the adjacent theaters, just to say I did, but I refrained.

So, what did I learn? Not much. Just that it's best to treat the conventions as a party and a way to get reacquainted with folks you don't see more than once or twice a year. And it's best to try and ignore the content of the panels, lest your blood pressure rise even more than it does from the popcorn. But I'll make one exception, which I'll get to in "The Letter." Look for it in an e-mail inbox near you later this week. (And, yes, right here, too)


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June 13, 2006

THIS WEEK'S "THE LETTER": OPPORTUNITY COMES TO THE DOOR, LOOKS THROUGH THE WINDOW, AND DECIDES TO GO AWAY RATHER THAN KNOCKING

This week's All Access "The Letter" newsletter is about one thing that struck me at the Talkers convention:

This weekend in New York, I had one of the great experiences of my life, one of those moments that puts your whole career and life in perspective. At that moment, I gained the kind of enlightenment about the industry and about life that is all too rare these days.

That was one really great corner slice of New York Sicilian pizza.

Talk radio convention? Yeah, I went to one. What about it?

I've noted in the past that I'm lousy at these conventions because, well, I don't get out much anymore, and conventions are nothing if not social gatherings and a free beer supply under the guise of a fully tax-deductible business meeting. Things are changing for me, however, with the success of this weekly newsletter and Joel's insistence that my picture has to appear in the News-Talk-Sports section of All Access, meaning that people recognized me. "Hey," they thought, "there's a guy who looks like a somewhat bulkier version of that guy who writes that thing." That's me in a nutshell, so I got to talk to many fine talk radio industry professionals, some of whom did not immediately try to escape. It was good to see all of you.

The panels? For the most part, I could just dig up last year's convention report and cut-and-paste. There was the inevitable FM Talk panel ("Is FM Talk Coming?" It's been here for decades. "Will FM Talk Succeed?" It's succeeded for decades), the inevitable women's talk panel, the inevitable technology warnings ("Podcasting is coming! We don't know how to make money on it!"), the inevitable panel of hosts doing the same schtick they do on the radio. I'd be remiss, however, if I didn't mention Holland Cooke's excellent presentation on the importance of making an immediate impression, especially since he illustrated his point with some very kind words about last week's edition of this very "Letter." (And because he was nice enough to give me that plug, here's one right back: http://www.hollandcooke.com/) Also, we got to hear Ronan Tynan sing "God Bless America," and we didn't even have to take the subway up to Yankee Stadium to hear it; hearing him sing that song in person at least once should be mandatory for all Americans.

But one thing struck me while I sat there in the back of the theater munching popcorn and debating whether to sneak into the theater next door for the next showing of "The Omen." Several panelists and speakers stressed how there's so much opportunity for talk radio people these days. This is your time, they said; stations are going to be hiring, going to be looking for new ideas. There's opportunity! And I thought about the folks I know who are unemployed or underemployed and it occurred to me that the people offering hope aren't offering actual jobs. If you're going to tell me how much opportunity there is, show me the paycheck. Right now, there's opportunity if your name is Whoopi or Penn or Springer. There's opportunity if you just completed a Hall of Fame football career. And between syndication and simulcasting (and weekend brokering), the number of local openings is still very small. I'd like to think there's opportunity for the rest of us, but I'll believe it when I see it on a wide scale. Tell me about it when you're ready to make it happen for real.

Until then, those of you looking for a new job will just have to keep an eye on the job listings at All Access, where, if there IS opportunity, it'll show up first. And those of you who are making the most of your current opportunity can come to All Access News-Talk-Sports for the Talk Topics column, where diligent show preppers prep their shows with stories and links and stupid commentary and stupider jokes. This week so far, you'll find out what happens when you drop Mentos in Coke (answer: Pure Entertainment of the Highest Order), you'll thrill to a legal battle over a baby's Little Elvis, you'll learn how to profit from natural disaster, you'll discover that the hazards of sunbathing aren't limited to skin damage, you'll hear what the next Food That's Bad For You will be, you'll mourn the passing of Flippo, the King of Clowns and Moe Drabowsky, King of Pranksters, you'll get evidence that beer is good for you (in non-moderation), you'll get queasy from reading about the world grilled-cheese-sandwich-eating record, you'll read about the tone teens can hear that adults can't (although for some reason I can hear it and I am far from a teenager), and you'll find several consecutive stories involving public nudity. You get all of that, you get the "real news" about Iraq and Zarqawi and Ben Roethlisberger and Paris Hilton, you get, later today, "10 Questions With..." "The Wall Street Journal This Morning" host (and Knicks PA announcer) Gordon Deal and the Talent Toolkit with sites to tell you more than you need to know about the world of reality shows, and you get the rest of All Access with first/fastest/best industry news, message boards, music, columns, a fully searchable Industry Directory, radio stock information, and an ad for a record "Produced By Scott Storch," which would be more impressive to me if it said "Produced By Larry Storch." (Although I'm aware of who Scott Storch is. But Larry Storch is in a class by himself. Corporal Randolph Agarn of Passaic, NJ!) Did I mention it's all free? Free it is.

Next week: How New York pizza rules the Earth. Or New York bagels. Or those New York "Chinese cookies" with the dollop of chocolate in the middle. Or something else.


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June 14, 2006

THE MAGIC OF VIDEO

We finally got around to buying a VHS-DVD recorder to get some of the zillions of videocassettes we've accumulated over the decades onto disc, so I've been going through the unlabeled VHS tapes to see what's on them. Most of it has been old "X Files" or "CSI" or "South Park" episodes we'd time-shifted, nothing to put on DVD.

And then I found Mom and Dad.

I knew we had our wedding tape- a grainy tape one of the attendees had made with a VHS camcorder 16 years ago. And that's the only video of my Mom. She passed away four years later, but on the tape she's smiling and youthful and damn, I miss her. I put it on disc for us, made one for my sister, made a couple just in case. Gotta preserve that.

But I didn't know we had another tape. This one was from a few years ago, made with a shaky hand and a lack of mastery of the zoom function, but it shows a quartet of Boca seniors playing doubles tennis. And one of the four looks familiar- the cap perched oddly atop his head, the gait starting slow and then picking up in a fist-pumping hustle, the little wave on the way to getting a ball that went long.

I last saw Dad play tennis about three years ago, in that interim period after the diagnosis but before the mesothelioma seized control and took his tennis away, took what he most loved to do away. But on the video, there he is, happy doing his favorite activity. I've been saddened since his death that I didn't get more of him on tape- we always assumed there'd be time, but the illness accelerated to a condition in which we wouldn't want to remember him. Playing tennis? Yeah, I prefer that. And now we have it, and we can put it on DVD and make lots of copies so we and my sister can keep his memory- the good memory, the memory nearly obliterated by his late pain and the legal wrangling after his passing- alive. Nobody could take the good memories away, and now they're just a little more vivid.


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June 15, 2006

TRAFFIC AND BLATHER TOGETHER

Here's some unsolicited advice for satellite radio, in this case XM: if you're going to have local traffic reports, will you PLEASE hire traffic reporters who can correctly pronounce local roads the way locals pronounce them?

I had to drive up to Fairfax this evening and dutifully turned on XM's Los Angeles traffic channel. And both on the way there and on the way back, I heard traffic reporters butcher some road names: guys, "Las Virgenes" is pronounced "Lahs VERGE-uh-niss." not "lohs ver-HAY-niss" or "lohs verge-EE-niss." And, yes, we say "the" before freeway numbers, but a) we don't emphasize it, as in "THE... 405," and b) there is no such road as "THE... 1." Route 1 is called PCH. Or Sepulveda or Lincoln, depending on where you are. But it's not a freeway, so it's not "The 1."

Back in my day, when we had to crank the transmitter by hand and we used tin cans and string- none of that pussy microphone crap for us- traffic services made sure their staff knew all the local quirky pronunciations and customs. It was just smart business as well as courtesy- you wanted traffic to sound like it was being reported by people who knew the roads. Nowadays, who the hell knows where these reporters are? And it does matter- I found myself distracted, and it took a little time to figure out what they meant when they mispronounced a name or mislabeled a road. (And those taped, repeated reports are also an insult- while XM was telling me that the 110 was slowed down to 35 mph between the 405 and "the 1," I found it relatively empty and going at full speed. The report was very dated. Considering the road has speed sensors and you can get up-to-the-minute numbers on several web sites, the taped reports in the 7 pm hour- if they were taped, which is the only excuse I can think of for the inaccuracy- were useless)

You offer local traffic? Great. Now, make it accurate and make it coherent and understandable or I'll go back to waiting for KFWB "traffic on the ones." Thank you.


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June 16, 2006

HAVE A TAKE, DON'T SUCK

As the weekend looms and the weather remains hot in that drains-all-energy-out-of-you way, I kinda feel I left it all on the field this week. I'm tired as hell. But I will mention one thing that I heard on the radio that annoyed me. It's this: if you're going to talk about a topic that's a few days old and that every other show's already beaten into the ground, willya just TRY to have something unique and fresh and different to say about it? I heard one show this afternoon bring up yesterday's Bush-makes-fun-of-a-blind-guy story, and all they did was to say "hey, didja hear that...", then they played the clip, then they chortled and kinda did the ha-ha-what-an-idiot thing, and then, er, that was it.

It is not too much to ask that you at least put in a little effort to find stuff that's current and about which you HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY. If a host is too damn lazy to come up with something different, and his producer doesn't care, and the PD doesn't care, that's just a waste. And if the listeners don't care, they'll get what they deserve. But I think that listeners DO care, and they'll bail on a show that doesn't bother to work for their loyalty.

Imagine if you're a diligent, talented, hard-working, unemployed host, or toiling away in a small market looking for a break, and you hear some national satellite show just mindlessly blowing through topics with absolutely nothing to say. That's gotta hurt.


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June 17, 2006

AT THE MOVIES: "THE DA VINCI CODE"

This week's movie review: "The Da Vinci Code."

I absolutely LOVED the air conditioning at the Regal Avenue 13. The temperature was just right for a hot June day in Southern California. The seating was, in a word, superb- comfortable, plenty of leg room, and many empty seats between us and other patrons, leading to a quiet, irritation-free experience (except for the occasional feedback from one gentleman's hearing aid).

A comic highlight of the afternoon was when the theater played a promotional announcement for a theatrical showing of a Korn concert film, seeing as how the only people in the auditorium under the age of 60 were Fran and myself, and we appeared to be the only two people there who know who Korn is. Another interesting development was the playing of a trailer for "The Omen," despite the film having been in theaters since, yes, 6-6-06- 11 days late, several dollars short. We did not sample the popcorn or other treats offered by Regal Cinemas (at great expense, of course), but the overall moviegoing experience was remarkably incident-free.

The movie? Eh.


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June 18, 2006

DAD, REMEMBERED (AGAIN)

From the hit video "Buncha Old Guys Playin' Tennis in Boca," it's a couple of screen shots of my dad, the late, great Harold Simon:


Action!:

And in a consultative mood- he's the guy on the right:

I miss you, Dad. Happy Father's Day.


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June 19, 2006

PMSIMON.COM ONE-ACT DRAMA: "THIS ISN'T WALGREEN'S"

The scene: this afternoon, at the Trader Joe's on PCH in Torrance, queued up at the checkout stand. A woman, probably in her mid-60s, is ahead of me, her purchases all rung up, her credit card in hand. She stares at the little LCD screen.

CASHIER: You swipe the card.

WOMAN (holding card, uncertain): Swipe. I swiped. Did I swipe?

CASHIER: Try it again, ma'am.

WOMAN (violently swiping the card): Oh. (she takes the stylus and stares at the screen for a short time, then uncertainly stabs at the screen in random spots)

CASHIER: You sign. Sign it right there.

WOMAN: What? Oh.

CASHIER: Right on the screen.

WOMAN (slowly signing with her left hand): I'm signing.

CASHIER: Now click on the "OK" button.

WOMAN: What?

CASHIER: The...

WOMAN: Oh! (stabs at button) You know, at Walgreen's, they don't make you sign.

CASHIER (quizzically): Sorry?

WOMAN: At Walgreen's. They don't make you sign if the purchase is $25. or less.

CASHIER: Oh.

WOMAN: They don't make you sign. At Walgreen's.

CASHIER: Well, we do. (glances at me, smiles apologetically) I guess some places do it differently.

WOMAN: But they don't make you sign at Walgreen's.

CASHIER (clearly at end of rope): This isn't Walgreen's.

WOMAN: They don't make you sign there. (She takes cart and walks away)

The moral: They don't make you sign for credit purchases under $25. at Walgreen's, and this is very, very important to some people. And whatever checkout line I pick at Trader Joe's, I always end up waiting forever to get out of there.


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June 20, 2006

(INSERT STREAM OF PROFANITIES HERE)

I would write something today except that I just wasted two hours making it all the way to downtown LA before remembering I'd left something important at home, meaning that I had to turn around and fight rush hour traffic all the way back.

I'm not in a good mood right now.


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June 21, 2006

THIS WEEK'S "THE LETTER": PRODUCED AND ABANDONED

This week's "The Letter" newsletter for All Access subscribers addressed something that's always bothered me about the radio industry. Here 'tis:

Here's one for the producers out there.

I'm not sure why radio treats the creative process wildly differently from other, bigger media. (Okay, I DO know: money) Here's a quick comparison:

If you're a movie producer, you end up with a mansion in Bel-Air.

If you're a TV producer, you get a nice house in the Hollywood Hills with a pool and maybe a Valley view.

If you're a radio producer, Top Ramen is on sale this week at Ralphs, four for a dollar. Stock up. Remember, they do double coupons.

The radio industry in general and talk radio management in particular tend to undervalue the contribution of producers and support staff. I've worked in major market radio and medium market radio and they're both the same: you get some kids fresh out of school (or still in school) to screen calls and that's it. If you're lucky, they let you get another intern to "produce." The idea of paying a real salary and treating the position as the professional, creative job it is, well, that isn't in the budget.

Imagine if that was the way TV or movies worked. Would they tell the actors to write their own scenes every day? Or run their own cameras? That's what radio does when it tells hosts to come up with content on their own and/or run their own boards, isn't it? No matter how good the host is, he or she needs help to do this every single day. Yet you don't always get a producer.

And once you DO get the green light to hire a good producer, how are they rewarded? If you're lucky- very lucky- you reach the rarefied level of being a "character" on the show, referred to by a radio-friendly nickname (e.g., Baba Booey, Flipper, Virgin Murray, Beaver, Spaz, Mitzi, E-Rock, about a dozen Flounders, the occasional Turd, and countless other professionals who have to explain at family gatherings why they're called "that name"). You work hard, maybe you get a college degree, and the reward is that you get to fetch someone coffee and get brutalized on the air. That goes over REAL well at your school reunions. Is it any wonder that "radio producer" isn't a top career choice for graduating seniors?

I guess that what I'm getting at is that the radio business ought to look not just at the talent it puts ON the air, but also the talent it has OFF the air. We're producing entertainment- it's a SHOW. And a show needs a strong producer. If you're a host, it's in your best interest to lobby for that as well as your own salary increase. And if we want to continue to get smart, motivated people to work in this industry, treating them- and paying them- like professionals would be a good start.

But even well-produced shows need a helping hand, and that's what All Access News-Talk-Sports provides with Talk Topics, the ultimate show prep news story resource. At Talk Topics, you'll find a huge list of stories with links and jokes and annoying commentary, and unlike other resources for topics, these are selected and written by someone who's actually done talk radio (ahem). Among this week's stories so far are the Great Fluffernutter War of 2006, why the words "cut and run" seem to be popping up on C-SPAN a lot lately, why people all over Japan are sleeping at work, an adopted woman who found her birth mother closer than she imagined, the new drink with the light refreshing taste of nicotine, why you may soon find a decent deli in Bentonville, Arkansas, why boarding an airplane has gotten a lot less orderly (but somehow faster), and why eleven cousins decided to voluntarily have their stomachs removed, plus lots more stories and stuff. And there's the rest of All Access with the industry's best/fastest/most complete/most accurate/fabbest/gearest/ginchiest news coverage at Net News, people sniping at each other anonymously at Net Talk, music, ratings, columns, the Industry Directory, and the all-important job listings, because, um, you never know.

Next Week: I'm not sure, but considering the call I just got from the mechanic telling me what fixing my car is gonna cost, there's a good chance it'll involve me being irritated and complaining about busted engine temperature sensors and misaligned wheels. Excuse me while I go sell some blood to pay for it.


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June 22, 2006

GOING, GOING GHANA

Yeah, I did feel guilty when they scored on a penalty kick.

And it did strike me during the second half that there is something profoundly unpatriotic about rooting against your own country in a soccer match.

But then I realized that there is nothing MORE American than what I was doing. See, I was rooting for Ghana because I have Ghana in a World Cup pool, and I'm in the lead but needed to make up for early disappointment from Croatia to maintain the lead. Ghana was my last pick, the "best of what's left" pick, and with this win they move on to the round of 16.

And I may win this round of the pool from it.

Capitalism in action. It was in my best financial interest for Ghana to win.

God bless America.


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June 23, 2006

THE HIGH HARD ONE

You're a fan of a team. Someone on that team allegedly does something unforgivable. He also happens to be an important member of the squad.

Do you root for him? Stop rooting for him? Push for him to be traded?

I'd hope it would be easier because the team, at the moment, sucks and is getting suckier. But no.

This is what being an Oakland Raiders fan must be like.

I guess we can wait until the court rules on this before declaring anything one way or the other about Brett Myers. And you gotta hope it's not true. But, dude, no, bad, really bad.

And the 2006 baseball season can't end fast enough. 2006 can't end fast enough.


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June 24, 2006

WHAT WAS THE MATTER WITH "HOP ON POP" OR "RAMONA THE SPY"?

Beautiful day for a stroll today, so we did that in Redondo Beach, where they were having a street fair. And one of the booths was selling books, but a special kind of books for children. These were books that, according to the sign draped in the back, teach "self-esteem" and "diversity" and "tolerance" and other attributes everyone wants for their children, because every parent wants to raise a potential victim.

I checked out the catalog. They have books about...

1. Defining "beautiful" ("Maybe somebody is beautiful because she or he has something which we can't see, hear, or feel right away... maybe somebody who is peaceful is beautiful"). Inner beauty, blah blah blah. True dat, except that there ARE people who are not beautiful. This book urges kids to find the beauty in everyone. Kids need to know right away that some things, and some people are pretty damn ugly. Certainly, the kid punching your teeth to the back of your throat isn't beautiful.

2. Defining "funny." Uh oh. It's all about "sensitivity and awareness in children's humor." Listen, kids are cruel. And so are adults. Life is cruel. Besides, "sensitivity and awareness" means you end up with no humor at all. You have a child protected from "cruel" humor and that kid will grow up to be an unhappy adult who doesn't laugh much and listens to "A Prairie Home Companion." And maybe writes "sensitive and aware" children's books.

3. Defining "right." And here's the money quote: "Maybe what is right for us is not right for our neighbor. Maybe what is right for us is not right for other people or not right in other places." It's never too early to inculcate a sense of moral relativism in kiddies. Maybe they'll all grow up to be very tolerant of the people who plan to kill them. Besides, I believe the sentiments expressed in this book were better stated in a previous form:

Now, the world don't move to the beat of just one drum,
What might be right for you, may not be right for some.
A man is born, he's a man of means.
Then along come two, they got nothing but their jeans.

But they got, Diff'rent Strokes.
It takes, Diff'rent Strokes.
It takes, Diff'rent Strokes to move the world.

Yes, it does.

4. Defining "love." This one talks about "that big inside rainbow feeling of Live for someone who has a different skin color than you do...." Okay, but instead of calling the book "What is Love?", it would have been more accurate to call it "What is Multiculturalism, And How Can We Slip It Into The Curriculum?" Nothing particularly wrong with it, but truth in advertising is always preferred.

5. Defining "death." Hey, kids, you've been on this Earth for only a few years- time to learn about checking out! And it's okay! Here, try it!

6. Defining "God." Yeah, all the same. You could probably write this one yourself.

The gentlemen selling the books- one appeared to be the author- were gentle souls with a penchant for the hard sell. They were really working the crowd, practically shoving the books into people's hands, and seemingly selling a good number of books. I expect a bumper crop of kids getting their asses kicked but good in Redondo in about 5 years.

And that's life. I was a fairly sensitive, non-violent, understanding, intelligent child. I got beaten up on a regular basis. Childhood, for me, sucked. But I learned valuable lessons that have made me a reasonably well-adjusted and successful adult, namely:

1. There's lots of ugliness in the world. Not everything is "beautiful." That goes for the bullies, and it also goes for appearance. Yes, kids, face it: inner beauty is wonderful, and necessary, but you don't want to have sex with someone who resembles something you saw on an Aminal Planet special. Or maybe you do.

2. Racism and sexism and other intolerance are not proper sources for humor, except when they are. Turns out it's possible to laugh at taboo jokes- and at other people- and not be a racist/sexist/bad person, because we all do.

3. Turns out some things ARE just plain "right." Turns out that just because someone else may not agree doesn't mean that you're not right. Turns out that, say, murdering innocent civilians is "wrong" and the terrorist/insurgent/"freedom fighters" idea that it's "right" is wrong. Turns out that not everything is relative.

4. Kids, no book can tell you what "love" is. You'll know it when you feel it. Although you'll probably be wrong the first four or five times. Someone tell that to the girl in Michigan who thinks she's in love with the Middle Eastern MySpace guy.

5. Everybody dies. Thinking about it when you're a kid just sucks. There'll be plenty of time for that when you're older. In fact, it'll become a dominant theme of much of adulthood.

6. Your own God is the real one. Everyone else's is just plain weird. This goes for whatever religion you're in. Makes it all a lot less complicated.

Maybe I should write some children's books. Seems like a lucrative racket.


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June 25, 2006

SUNDAY GYP: A SHORT DVD REVIEW

I'm tired and worked all day, so I'm going to make things easy on myself with a brief review of "Glory Road," which we watched last night on DVD. Here goes: if you've seen any sports movie where the plucky underdog eventually triumphs, you've seen this one. Written by Script-O-Matic, includes the obligatory montage of wins (with newspaper headlines galore), the obligatory scene where something terrible happens that brings the team together, the obligatory home crisis, and the obligatory radio-announcer-is-for-some-reason-being-broadcast-over-the-PA-in-the-arena scenes. It's okay, but, really, they couldn't pack more cliches into a couple of hours if they tried. And, really, it wasn't necessary to fudge the timeline to make it seem as though Coach Haskins was coaching a girls' high school team one year and winning the NCAAs the next, because that's not what happened.

And why was there no actual footage of the real games included as extras on the DVD? Was someone too cheap to license the footage? (There IS footage, because I've seen it)

Glad I didn't waste any money seeing it in the theater. Now, if you'lll excuse me, "Entourage" is coming on in a few minutes...


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June 26, 2006

CAN'T BREAK THAT NASTY HABIT

Patterico cancelled his L.A. Times subscription over the report on the government's bank tracking to keep tabs on terrorists. It made me consider whether I ought to dump my subscription, too, as much because I don't really like the paper in general as for the report.

I decided that, no, I'll keep the subscription. Why? Here's a list of the reasons why I keep taking the Times even though it drives me crazy:

1. I can read the sports and comics over lunch. Much easier than setting up the laptop on the kitchen table.

2. "Get Fuzzy" and "Pearls Before Swine." And "Lio." Sure, I can read them online, but it's easier on paper. (The first two are also in the other paper we get, the Daily Breeze)

3. You can't crumble up a T.J. Simers column online.

4. Coupons, coupons, coupons.

5. Er... that's it.

And that's more than for the Daily Breeze, to which we subscribe because, well, it's the local paper. Not that there's much local news in it. The only "local" columnist doesn't even live in the South Bay and writes pap about light topics and national news when he's not filling at least one column a week with reader e-mail. And the editorials on national topics are actually editorials from its sister paper in San Diego. The thing's worthless and useless, but we have a sort of blind loyalty to it because it's ours. Too bad it sucks.

But I have no doubt that at some point we'll just cut back to the Sunday paper (for the coupons) and maybe all the way. And that's because the papers are giving me no strong reason for me to bother buying them. Great writing? Not anymore- the Times has columnists like Steve Lopez, who appears to be rewriting the same faux "man o' the (mostly homeless) people" columns he wrote for the Philadelphia Inquirer, a bunch of predictable op-ed writers, an even more predictable lean to the left in news coverage, and nothing else that I can't get elsewhere. The Daily Breeze can be read in its entirety in 2 minutes, less if you skip the wire stories you've already seen online. In 2006, I expect more for my 50 cents. I expect things I can't get otherwise. Forget about the encroachment of new media and the explosion of "citizen journalists" for a moment- just give me a reason to buy your paper.

Is that too much to ask? And can you blame me if I follow Patterico out the door?


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June 27, 2006

RUNNING ON FUMES AGAIN

This longish weekend coming up cannot come soon enough for me. I have nothing left in the tank. Writing today was like pulling teeth- I never did get The Letter done (it'll have to wait until tomorrow), and I spent too much time staring at the screen. Plus there was the entertainment of searching several locations in the hospital for my sunglasses, which turned up (after a long search) under my car seat- after disgustedly driving off in full squint, I heard a familiar rattle, and there they were.

On the bright side, I'm physically exhausted.

OK, that's not the bright side. The bright side is that the Phillies didn't lose today. (Rained out, but we have to take whatever we can get)

I know, I'm completely dry. Maybe I'll get it together in time for tomorrow.


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June 28, 2006

IT ISN'T BECAUSE THEY'RE GETTING CLOBBERED AGAIN TONIGHT BY THE ORIOLES. BUT THAT ISN'T HELPING, EITHER

This is what it's like to be a Philly sports fan:

The Phillies: I don't have to explain how bad it's gotten.

The Eagles: Not on the way up.

The Sixers: The A.I. era's sputtering to a conclusion with one Finals appearance to show for it. Semi-rebuilding with no clear plan. Rodney Carney? Inconsistent, great athlete, will sit behind Iguodala. Lottery bound again.

The Flyers: There's still hockey? Sorry, hadn't noticed.

After the Myers incident, I had a fleeting- just fleeting- thought that maybe the Phillies didn't deserve my loyalty. That was the first time the thought had crossed my mind. Ever. I'm not saying I WOULD bail on a Philadelphia team, but, well, I thought about it, and after the way the management "handled" the situation, you can't blame me. And if I bail on the Phils, it would be easy to bail on the Igs and Sixers, too. I can't- not yet- but I feel like those Detroit Lions fans who eBayed their loyalty to the highest bidder.

Who would I root for if not for the Philly teams? Haven't gotten to that point yet. Not saying I will. No longer saying it's impossible. Thanks, Dave Montgomery, Charlie Manuel, Pat Gillick, Brett Myers et al. You may drive me into the arms of- perish the thought- the Dodgers after all.


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June 29, 2006

TODAY'S GOOD EXCUSE

The time I would have spent writing was instead occupied with a sewer blockage.

Whose idea was it to buy a house? I miss complaining to the landlord.