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October 1, 2006

DO THEY HAVE DAY OF ATONEMENT SALES AT MACY'S YET?

It's past sundown on Yom Kippur, and I suppose I should wrap this up and start observing, but I know I'm going to work and drink and probably eat at some point, so I can't even start the charade of pious observance. But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the meaning of the day. It's hard, however, to think about atoning after the year we've had. I'm sure that I can come up with plenty for which to atone, but so much has happened TO us as opposed as BECAUSE OF us that the whole thing seems surreal. Apologize? Okay, but under the circumstances, I'd say we did pretty well.

I'll think about the things I'd like to take back and I'll think about being a better person. I'll just do it while doing other stuff, too. Doesn't make me less sorry. And on that note of rationalization, I'll talk to you tomorrow night.


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October 2, 2006

SECOND QUARTER ANGST- NOW IN HD!

It's Monday Night Football time, and that means I'm planted on the couch in front of the plasma screen. Having an HDTV means I get to see the Eagles screw up much more clearly. For some reason, seeing Buckhalter fumble twice within the 5 and the Eagles defense playing back on its heels isn't any more enjoyable in 720p resolution.

But it's early, the Igs are in the lead, and I want to believe, even if they just gave up a 53 yard field goal. Now, excuse me while I plot the course of destruction if they can't beat the crummy Packers at home.


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IT APPARENTLY WASN'T IN THE CASEY KASEM BOOK CLUB

From All Access today:

"There's a poet out there who says 'you can never go home'...that guy's an idiot," DEMERY told ALL ACCESS.

Thomas Wolfe. "You Can't Go Home Again." Book title. Not a poet, dude.

I love when radio people try to act all edjamacated and stuff.

Sigh.


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October 3, 2006

BIGGER IS BADDER

I've been watching the FCC open hearing on media ownership today, and without an exception, every single speaker said one of the following things:

1. Big media is bad. Bad, bad, bad.

That's it. And most of that insinuated that the big owners- they couldn't agree whether it was five or six- are evil conservatives who are preventing the public from getting good programming and music.

They have a point in this: the TV networks now can own and favor the production houses in which they own an interest. Yeah, that's bad. But most of the comments were about things like "I recorded a WONDERFUL song that those terrible radio stations wouldn't play" and "my news story wasn't covered because of those bad media companies" and "I can't get a job because of the big bad media." Everyone agreed that they have the right to be heard and seen on radio and TV. And they believe that they are entitled to a job in the media.

Since when? Hey, I want that deal, too. Forget qualification- I demand a high-paying network job making programming decisions.

There were also several people who used their time to espouse their politics, from the woman upset that she can't hear Pacifica in the high desert to State Senator Gil Cedillo upset that broadcasters don't support illegal immigration. One woman even ripped Ronald Reagan, just a few years too late. Another ripped Clear Channel for playing a parody song and wouldn't give up the mic, finally chanting "ownership limits" over and over. And there were more than a few old lefty guys with grey ponytails and dotty middle-aged hippie women complaining about Fox News. (I particularly enjoyed the woman who looked like Selma Diamond and sounded like a cross between her and Mrs. Big Head on "Rocko's Modern Life")

And the Internet doesn't count, it seems. You can get any programming you want on the Net, but the commenters basically said that only the big broadcast outlets count. We're in an era with unprecedented opportunity, unprecedented avenues for access, and these people are living in a world where they think they can't reach people.

One guy stepped forth to espouse the free market. He had the biggest balls in the room, because nobody there- maybe the three Republican commissioners, but that's it- agreed with him. He got boos. He was right, of course- he pointed out that today, you can hear Rush and Franken, read Drudge and Kos, get both sides, but they booed him, maybe because he's right and they know it.

The audience ate up the lefty stuff, though, hooting and cheering like a particularly hungry Arsenio Hall audience. Why they thought anyone with an opposing view would show up, I don't know. They probably didn't. I wouldn't. I can't imagine going into a room filled with rabid Pacifica listeners and try to point out that they have MORE, not less, access to audiences these days, and that nobody's owed a living in acting, or broadcasting, or music. You want access? You have the web. You have cable leased access. You have streaming. You can create something with little or no investment, and if it's good, it'll reach an audience. And if it's crappy or boring, well, you're not owed an audience.

But I'm not testifying. And I don't have any great love for the big media companies- I don't work for them, I usually disagree with their decisions, and I think they screw up on a regular basis. I just think that these public whinefests are pointless- it's like being forced to listen to Air America or Pacifica for hours on end. It won't convince anyone about anything, and all it does is offer people a chance to whine in public. That's not a bad thing for democracy, mind you, but, man, I wish I didn't have to listen to it.


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DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA... dah dah dah DAAAAH da DAAAAAHHHH! CHARGE!!!

Paul Richardson is dead. He was the Phillies' organist since 1970, and he was the typical cheesy ballpark organist, but I like cheesy ballpark organists. And the Phillies were particularly cruel to him when they moved to Citizens Bank Park and banished him all the way to deep left field against the back gate, practically in the parking lot, ignored. Remember?:

Guy deserved better.


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October 4, 2006

IT'S RAINING ON PROM NIGHT

Working late, took a break for baseball, rain. Damn. Damn, damn, damn. Back to work.

Don't have time to write. But Joe did- read his take on ABC's penchant for bit-starving their HDTV broadcasts and his side-by-side apples-to-apples comparison by clicking here.

"The Letter" tomorrow. I know, you can't wait.


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October 5, 2006

THIS WEEK'S "THE LETTER": WHAT THE RANCHO CUCAMONGA QUAKES AND RADIO SHOULD HAVE IN COMMON

This week's "The Letter" newsletter for All Access spends other people's money, but wisely...:

This week, a modest proposal for a probably unworkable solution to a problem that some people don't even think exists. Fun for all! You might want to delete this thing right now.

THE PROBLEM: Developing new talk talent.

THE EXPLANATION: At radio convention panels, someone invariably asks "where are we going to find the next generation of talk radio talent?" And then, after the laughter subsides, everyone lights cigars with $100. bills and agrees that they don't need a next generation of talent, because they can always just play "best of" tapes all day. And then they stampede to the hotel bar to drink Glenlivet out of the bottle until they lose consciousness.

Seriously, the number of stations and slots where someone can go to work out the kinks (please, no Foley jokes) and develop their acts has dwindled, and I regularly get major market PDs bemoaning how hard it is to find new, big-time-ready hosts. There are only so many disgraced politicians and TV news channel pundits to go around, I guess. The industry needs to create new talent that appeals to new generations of listeners. And there's the matter of taking people like music jocks and, well, disgraced politicians and TV news channel pundits and training them in the right way to do talk radio, from working topics to pacing to taking calls- the kind of stuff you can only learn by doing it and being directed by folks who know how.

THE BRIGHT IDEA: After Dallas, I thought about this and thought about what other businesses do. When McDonald's wants to test a new menu item, they pick a few markets and put the McSquid sandwich on the menu to see whether people like it and whether the addition gets in the way of cranking out the Big Macs and Filet-O-Fishes. When a big company wants to try a new concept, perhaps a "fast casual Bolivian restaurant" or an "all cell-phone Bluetooth headset store," they usually don't open thousands of them in every market, they open in a smaller market with a few units and test it all out. Every major company has an R&D department- research and development- coming up with new products.

THE PROPOSAL: The big radio companies own a lot of stations. Wall Street wants them to show constant growth, so they're loath to do anything that might, you know, cost them money. But it's in their best interest to develop talent for talk radio, because you can't really voice-track talk radio, and even if you're relying on syndication, Rush and Sean and Savage and Rome won't be on the air forever (as far as we know).

The answer isn't necessarily in getting more stations into independent owners' hands- after all, those guys need to make money, too, and syndication and automation are probably keeping them in business. And the Internet and HD Radio signals aren't the answer, either, not yet, anyway, because if you're gonna learn how to work the phones, you have to have an audience, and there's not enough of an audience yet. Podcasts? No live interaction. No, you gotta have shows on real broadcast stations that people can get on any old radio. But which stations?

Every company has its dogs. I'll bet there are stations the owners don't even know they own ("we have a station there? I don't even know where that IS!"). Many of the big group owners have such stations, maybe a small-market AM with a lousy night signal or an FM rimshot hitting a small population. And I've heard people who run stations tell me that they're running a particular format- Standards, for example- because they don't have any other options. They're not making money, or they're not making much more than break-even.

So, take those dogs and turn them into your R&D department. Make them your lab. Sign up promising talent- if they're small markets with low costs-of-living, we're not talking New York or L.A. salaries- and assign some of your best talk radio producing and programming talent to supervise the "department." It's ideal for diversity, too- if you want to do more than the stereotypical angry-conservative-white-guy talk, you can work it out and make it better off-off-Broadway. It wouldn't take a lot of stations or a huge amount of money, and the afterthought AM daytimer in a small Midwestern market won't make or break the company's quarterlies on Wall Street. And, right there, you're giving more people a shot than you can if you've got maybe- maybe- one local talk show slot per small market. Plus, the folks living in those markets get to hear local talk by good, raw talent developing right before their ears, a lot like going to the local class A baseball team's games to see so me competitive ball and a few potential stars at the beginning of their careers.

It's an R&D program. It's an investment in your industry's future. It might even make money.

BOTTOM LINE: Talk radio needs to rebuild its minor league system. This would be, I think, a good way to do it.

REALITY: It'll never happen. But a guy can dream, can't he?

CRASS COMMERCIAL PITCH: Another place companies fall down is in providing hosts with adequate producer support- most hosts are on their own coming up with material. And that explains All Access News-Talk Sports' Talk Topics column, your Virtual Producer throwing topic ideas and news items at you multiple times a day, every day. Stories this week include the Best Election Platform Ever, what a high school coach and Hitler have in common, celebrity sewage, a McDonald's drug ring, Shanna Moakler allegedly punching out Paris Hilton, ballpark food, why Gitmo detainees are getting fat, why Weezer is suing Miller Beer, a politician in a scandal that DOESN'T involve creepy IMs, and the Fourth Annual Turkey Testicle Festival, plus a zillion press-release-ready studies and the requisite saturation coverage of a certain Pervy Congressman. While you're there, check out "10 Questions With..." WGY/Albany talker Ed Martin and the rest of All Access with first-fastest-best industry news, columns, message boards, the very cool Industry Directory, and Mediabase charts, all for free, which makes up for having this show up in your mailbox every week.

NEXT WEEK: Probably something about how one of the things everyone says will change radio forever is already here and nobody's noticed it yet. How's that for a tease?


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October 6, 2006

WE'RE JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU

Here's a message to the guy in the red Ferrari that kept buzzing back and forth on Palos Verdes Drive West while I was running the other day: not impressed. I was looking in another direction, at this:

The crappy cellphone picture doesn't do it justice- it's a line of speedboats in formation, led by a couple of helicopters. I don't know why they were out there or what was going on, but I and everyone else on the path stopped to watch. A stupid Ferrari doesn't compete.

And, dude, really, the huge yellow Ferrari banner in your windshield isn't impressing anyone, either.


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October 7, 2006

SO DEPART, ALREADY

Last night, while Kenny Rogers was shutting the Yankees down, we went to the movies. We saw "The Departed," and if you want a movie review, I'll be talking about it on Turi Ryder's show on KIFR (106.9 Free FM)/San Francisco sometime between 7 and 9 pm Pacific time tonight. But the lasting impression I took from the movie wasn't in the performances, or Scorcese's insistence on an often-inappropriate classic rock soundtrack, or some choppy, strange editing. No, it was the guy in the back row of the Regal Avenue 13, theater 6, who reacted to every plot twist and revelation with this:

"Nnnerrrrrraaaaaaah!"

It was that sound some people make, the sound you might make when you realize that, say, a big secret is about to be exposed. "Nnnerrrrrraaaaaaah!" All night long, "Nnnerrrrrraaaaaaah!" The guy was an adult, and he couldn't help himself. "Nnnerrrrrraaaaaaah!" "Nnnerrrrrraaaaaaah!" "Nnnerrrrrraaaaaaah!"

The best line of the night wasn't in the movie. It was Fran saying that it sounded like we were watching the movie with our cat.

"Nnnerrrrrraaaaaaah!" Jack may suspect Leonardo. "Nnnerrrrrraaaaaaah!" Matt may have exposed his own duplicity. "Nnnerrrrrraaaaaaah!" Marky Mark may have figured it out. "Nnnerrrrrraaaaaaah!" "Nnnerrrrrraaaaaaah!" "Nnnerrrrrraaaaaaah!"

Every once in a while, I forget why moviegoing is such a pain, and then I get reminded. "Nnnerrrrrraaaaaaah!" The English translation: "I can't tell the difference between seeing a movie in public and seeing it at home on a DVD where it won't bother anyone if I make this noise all night."

That, and the guys at the urinals after the movie who apparently couldn't figure out the plot.

The movie? It was good, not great, and long, but anything more is for the radio tonight.


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October 8, 2006

HOW I SPENT THE AFTERNOON

Nobody got beaten to death. There was nothing particularly embarrassing to the city of Philadelphia. And the Eagles won.

I'll happily overlook the fact that they came a few yards from choking this one away in a manner that might have been even more agonizing than the Giants debacle, saved only by Bledsoe's poor choice and Lito Sheppard's being in the right place at the right time. (And he came perilously close to being tackled and fumbling before he made it to the end zone, but at least he realized his mistake in time) Another painful win. I'll take it.

By the way, did that guy who used to play for the Eagles actually show up to the game? I didn't really notice.


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October 9, 2006

MYTUBE

Google bought YouTube. YouTube has deals with labels and networks.

That means you can say goodbye to the stuff that makes YouTube addictive, stuff for which someone somewhere probably owns the copyright and probably didn't even know it until now.

Stuff like Marilyn Monroe playing soccer:

Or the goals scored in the 1957 FA Cup final with Aston Villa beating Man. United- Busby's Babes losing the year before the air crash tragedy:

Or Coltrane's "My Favorite Things" on a TV show in 1961:

Or a full episode of the "GE College Bowl" from 1966, complete with Robert Earle and the NBC color peacock, pitting Agnes Scott College vs. champion Princeton:

Or excerpts from the legendary Wallace and Ladmo (still "It's Wallace?") from KPHO-TV in Phoenix in 1965, including live commercials they can't do on kids' shows anymore:

Or Reg Presley and the Troggs lipsyncing and pantomiming their way through "With A Girl Like You" in glorious black and white:

Or the long-lost animated 1954-55 opening to Groucho Marx' "You Bet Your Life":

Instead, we'll get useless officially-sanctioned clips that aen't nearly as cool as this stuff. It's already happening: NBC has "sneak preview scenes" from "Friday Night Lights" and "30 Rock" and "Heroes" posted, and CBS will be doing the same. Not interested. I want the random stuff, the ephemera. If YouTube becomes just another conduit for the same crap the networks air in primetime or music that the major labels are selling, I'm gone.

Now would be a good time to pray, pop culture aficionados.


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October 10, 2006

HOORAY FOR, UH, CULVER CITY

I made a rare foray away from the comfort zone today to have lunch with a friend at his place of employment, which happens to be a TV studio upon which pictures of his face are plastered. (Watch his show, willya?) Nice lunch, great to renew acquaintances, and it's always interesting to be on a studio lot. Fran and I worked on the Universal lot yesrs ago and kinda got accustomed to it.

The pros of working on the lot:

1. Occasional celebrity sightings.
2. Employee discount at the studio store, which can mean anything from cheap DVDs to discount HDTVs.
3. Free movie screenings, sometimes.
4. Bragging rights. Out-of-towners are impressed.

The cons:

1. Celebrity sightings are overrated. For every time I saw, say, John Travolta or Whoopi Goldberg on the lot, there were many more that necessitated explanation: "you know the guy who was in that movie? You know. That guy. With the hair. The GUY. You know."
2. The studio store never has anything you'd want, unless what you want is a coffee mug with the studio*ls old logo on it.
3. No popcorn- or anything else- in the screening rooms.
4. Everyone will tire of your "guess who I saw" stories really fast.
5. Parking's always a bitch. Plus, the commissary food sucks and some PA or producer-type is going to come close to running you over with a golf cart. And a lot of people on the lot walk around looking miserable.

That's why, I suppose, I haven't been particularly aggressive in pursuing TV work for a while. No, I don't see any celebrities here at the Home Office At the Edge of the Earth. No discounts or free movies or bragging rights, either. But I see Fran and Ella the Cat every day, I can have all the popcorn I want while watching movies in the living room, parking is plentiful and free, and all I see are happy, smiling faces (assuming Ella would smile if she could). Hollywood's interesting, but I'll keep Palos Verdes.


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October 11, 2006

PTNT DFNDS

Too busy today, so here's a visual, an SUV parked along my run today, snapped with a crappy cellphone camera:

Yeah, you want to go to a doctor who sues.


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October 12, 2006

THIS WEEK'S "THE LETTER": YOU CAN BE SERIOUS

This week's All Access newsletter should have been out by now, but it's held up somewhere in the system. Nevertheless, here's a sneak preview:

OK, this week, it's a very quick primer for those of you who find yourself on the air when a major news story hits the wires. I had another topic ready to go, but it can wait until next week.

I happened to be driving around for much of Wednesday afternoon when the plane hit the condo building in New York, so I got to hear how some radio stations in L.A. handled the crisis. The good news is that I found solid reporting where I expected it, including a simulcast of an all-news station from New York- if you wanted facts, live coverage of the Mayor and NTSB press conferences, and non-sensational, just-the-facts information, you could get it.

And then I decided to check another station, a sports station, to see what they were saying about the crash, since at that relatively early moment the news was breaking that the plane was registered to Cory Lidle. And on that station, the hosts were announcing the wrong number of deaths and stating as fact stuff that even the Mayor and NTSB weren't prepared to confirm. They were not in possession of all the facts, but they were trying to sound as if they were.

I guess you don't know whether a host can handle an emergency change from the usual light banter to serious news until something forces the issue. And that's why hosts who find themselves having to shift gears should follow these guidelines:

1. Stick to the facts. Get the wire copy, check news sources, put out the right information. And if you catch a headline rush by on CNN but you don't know the details, wait until you can confirm the details before going with it- you may be missing important details or context. There's no need to rush.
2. Label speculation as speculation. If you don't know something for sure, you can speculate all you want, but don't spread rumor as fact. How hard is it to say "we've heard this, but we haven't yet confirmed it"?
3. If you just can't help yourself, go get someone from your news department to handle the crisis. If, that is, your station still HAS a news department.

In fairness, I've found that most hosts are capable of switching from their regular act to serious news coverage- 9/11 brought out the professionalism in most of the hosts who happened to be on the air at the time. But if you're unsure of yourself, or everything's happening at a breakneck pace and you find yourself swimming in facts and rumors and uncertainty, just go with the facts, attribute everything when appropriate, hand it off to the news department if you need to, and remember, nobody expects you to be Walter Cronkite. They do expect the truth. You owe it to the listeners to get things right.

And I won't even mention how quickly the Cory Lidle jokes hit the Internet. At least I didn't hear anyone rush them onto the air that afternoon.

That's all I wanted to say on the matter, so it's time to segue into the usual All Access News-Talk-Sports Talk Topics column sales pitch, pointing out that you'll find a ton of topics for your show prep needs there right now, including the return of "irrational exuberance," a guy with unfortunate bladder timing, why your kids can't write in cursive, the best sports sponsorship ever, why you might want to skip that glass of carrot juice, the real reason you gain weight, an unfortunate burger condiment, why watching sports could hurt or even kill you, off-the-field proof that the Tigers haven't done this playoff thing in a long time, and why you're probably already too late for some critical holiday gifts, plus items and links and commentary about everything from North Korean nukes to politics to way too many stories about teachers, students, and sex. There's also a provocative "10 Questions With..." KIFR (106.9 Free FM)/San Francisco and KIRO/Seattle host Turi Ryder, more useful sports resources at the Talent Toolkit, and the rest of All Access with first/fastest/most accurate radio and music industry coverage, message boards, Mediabase charts, the comprehensive (and searchable) Industry Directory, and all the other features you've come to love, all free.

Next week, I'll get to my originally-intended topic of how the future of radio may have already snuck in through the back door, and what it might mean to your career, if I can figure that part out. I have another week to do that.


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October 13, 2006

GROUNDED FOR LIFE (ALMOST)

I'm watching an episode of "CSI" on the DVR right now, and they're doing a post-mortem. I could be doing the same for Air America Radio tonight, although technically they're not dead yet. Of course, anything I could point out- the lack of entertainment value, the stubborn insistance on reinventing the wheel with overstaffing and a battalion of writers, the inexperienced hosts, the shrill and unceasing litany of Bushliedpeopledied Kos-speak, the extravagant spending- is what a lot of others in the radio industry knew from day one. Mistakes were made, a lot of them. That's not news.

I'm no liberal, of course, but I still don't think it's impossible to make liberal talk work. There's an audience, but it's not for the politics, it's for the entertainment. Get an interesting and compelling personality and you get an audience. Make it fun, knock off the lecturing, and for God's sake don't make the mistake of thinking that anyone is dying to hear what Al Franken or Janeane Garofalo think about anything. Simple.


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October 14, 2006

AND THEN YOU GO AND SPOIL IT ALL BY SAYING SOMETHING STUPID

The Steve Lyons firing seems like an overreaction, I guess- I didn't hear the exchanges with Lou Pinella, but they seemed not to be completely inexcusable, just inartful and stupid, kind of like his Shawn Green comments. The stuff about the blind guy was worse, but that wasn't him alone; Thom Brennaman was part of that, too. They could have waited a day, let Psycho finish the series, then just not assign him to the World Series and quietly let him go. Maybe Pinella was more offended than he let on, maybe there was more to it off the air that we never heard. I don't know.

But I do know that I was far more offended by something Joe Buck said Friday night. In the ninth inning, with Billy Wagner in for the Mets, Buck started in on what he considered a relevant stat, something about how Wagner hadn't blown a save or lost a lead or tie against the Cardinals since 1999. He appeared to think this was significant, that it would offer some insight to what was about to happen.

He'd have been right, of course, had all or even most of the variables been the same or similar for thw past seven years. But today's Cardinal lineup isn't 1999's, or 2000's, or 2001's. And he's been with three teams in that time. Buck's statistic? Meaningless. So Wagner had exhibited mastery over a uniform. Was that important? Or was it a way to sound authoritative?

Everybody's focusing on Lyons' goofiness today. Nobody says a word about the utter uselessness of the stuff most network sportscasters spew. Maybe we get the sports announcing we deserve. At least we still have Vin Scully.


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October 15, 2006

WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING ALL OVER YOU

Nice to see Andy Reid hasn't learned a damn thing about clock management. No time outs left and the Saints took advantage by running the clock down after the two minute warning to kick the winning field goal and deny the Eagles a shot at tying the game. In a close game, wasting your time outs is just bad coaching. No excuse, and I'm tired of his bland "I take the blame" post-game pronouncements. If you're taking the blame, when are you going to pay the price? How many games like this can you take responsibility for losing before you have to pay for it?

Bad defense- the Eagles secondary is still pathetic- a terrible performance by the offensive line and a befuddled defense means that the Eagles are going nowhere right now. Add to that bad coaching- Reid makes incomprehensible decisions followed by his standing on the sideline looking like the Tums haven't taken effect yet- and you get a team that's lucky to be 4-2. I'd be looking forward to basketball season, but the Sixers will be lucky to be mediocre this season. Maybe I should just take a sabattical from sports this Winter. It would certainly be good for my blood pressure.


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October 16, 2006

NAKED SAW THE STRANGER

I could tell you about my day right now, but then I'd have to explain how I managed to be caught naked in my own house by a stranger.

I don't feel like explaining this at the moment.

Let's just say it was an accident involving a mistake in schedules, a shower, two inadvertently unlocked doors, and a language barrier. I'm still traumatized. I'm sure the person who saw me is traumatized, too. Nobody needs to see that. Fran doesn't need to see that. I don't want to see that, but I can't avoid mirrors. I think therapy may be in order- for the stranger and for me. But how was I to know "don't come in here" and "wait fifteen minutes" weren't universally understood in Los Angeles circa 2006? If I knew that "vamos" would have gotten the job done, I would have said "vamos," but it never occurred to me....

...but I don't feel like explaining this at the moment.

I lead a very strange life.

And from now on, no more housekeepers, handymen, plumbers, gardeners, electricians, or anyone else. Call me Bob Vila. A fully clothed Bob Vila. With a locked front door.


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October 17, 2006

CSI: PALOS VERDES

Oh, lovely. They found a body a few blocks from here, dead by the ocean at the base of the cliffs, a weapon nearby, suspicious circumstances, all that. We're supposed to live far away from that kind of thing. We don't want to have to deal with that stuff around here- it's, you know, what happens over in San Pedro or Harbor City or the LBC. Not here.

And it's along my usual running route, so it's creepy as hell. It's not the first body found there- one sad story a couple of years ago had a girl, missing for a year, turn up as a pile of remains halfway down the slope, her CD player and other accessories nearby, where she'd apparently accidentally fallen off the cliff. Today, I was heading to the post office when an emergency vehicle sped past, then a fire truck, then an ambulance, and on the way back I saw them congregated at the fishing access near the lighthouse, with a KABC-TV truck and camera set up by the little cinder block outhouse at the top of the path to the ocean. When the TV trucks show up down here, someone's dead. And sure enough, when I got home, a four line wire story was already posted.

Maybe it shouldn't creep me out- we don't know anything about the case yet- but it does. On TV, this would be the start of a series about the dark underbelly of seemingly idyllic suburbia, something "Desperate Housewives"-ish. I don't want to live in "Desperate Housewives." I want to live in a wacky sitcom, or, better yet, a gentle Disney family movie, one with nothing but happy people and heartwarming situations. Nobody dies in gentle Disney family movies. OK, maybe Old Yeller and Bambi's mom. But they didn't find a deer at the bottom of the cliff.


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October 18, 2006

CINDER BLOCKS AVAILABLE FOR EXTRA CHARGE

I'm busy, the Mets forced game seven, so here's a space-filling scan, what you'd have been ordering in May 1978 out of the TV Guide:

Giant Shaun, just $4.! The KISS Collage, $2.50! Coneheads! Farrah! Susan Anton?

No, I never owned any of those. But I'd bet you did.

That makes me hungry:

Nothing like some nice, salty explosives to top off the day.


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GRENOUILLE DE TOILETTE

By the way, I get a lot of readers here, which is nice, but according to the stats page, you know what the number one search term is that brings people here?

Here's a hint:

Yes, "Kandoo." The Kandoo frog. Everyone loves the freakin' Kandoo frog wiping his froggy little ass.

Just thought you'd want to know. Jeez.


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October 19, 2006

THIS WEEK'S "THE LETTER": THE FUTURE IS NOW, SORT OF

This week's All Access "The Letter" finally gets to what I hinted about for a few weeks, the future of radio that's actuially here right now if you want it, plus a gratuitous and blatant plug for this site dropped in at the end of the gratuitous and blatant plug for the other site:

I have seen the future. Actually, I'm looking at it right now. It's about 6 1/2 ounces, it fits in my pocket, and because of it, I just heard a guy on a Philadelphia radio station arguing with a caller about why the Eagles lost in New Orleans. Live. In Los Angeles.

I've been threatening to explain this for a few weeks now, and here it is: you know how they say that someday we'll have Internet access in the car, and we'll be able to listen to streaming audio in our cars or anywhere else? And how this means that anyone will then be able to have his or her own global radio station without need for transmitters or FCC licenses? You know how they make it seem like this is still years off?

I have that right now. And so do a lot of other people who may not even realize it yet. And that means it's coming sooner than you think.

It's simple: I have a cell phone that has that EVDO semi-broadband Internet connectivity. I can use it to go on the web, click on an audio stream, and hear the audio through the phone speaker. And if I pop the cassette adapter cord off my satellite radio receiver and plug it into my phone, I can hear that stream- in stereo, very few dropouts, not audiophile but perfectly listenable- on my car stereo.

And that's how I've been driving around Southern California listening to live radio from other places. I'm listening to Philadelphia sports hosts trying vainly to convince callers that the Eagles don't have clock management issues, and Detroit talkers taking World Series calls. What's going on in London, or Melbourne, or Trenton? No problem, I can hear it live. If I can, so can a lot of people. If it's this easy, and the technology's already here, how long before a cell phone carrier launches a little box that's dedicated to getting streaming audio into your car stereo- just plug it in and you've got an unlimited number of radio options?

Great. So this means what for your career?

Good question. It could mean that the entire economic model of this industry is going to implode. Or it could mean that you could create your own show- uncensored and live- and sell ads on it and be free of employers and bosses forever. I don't know. All I'm saying is that the Brave New World they allude to at conferences and conventions, the uncertain future, may be closer than we thought. I don't know if it's too early to prepare, but it's never too early to pay attention.

And, again, when there's an infinite number of stations, and anyone can play music, the only thing that other people can't duplicate is... you. So you got that going for you, and, no, I'm not gonna write "Which is nice" here, because I've used up all my permissible "Caddyshack" references for the year.

Now that I've thrown some fear into your life, maybe I should just go to something more comforting, and I'd say Talk Topics at All Access News-Talk-Sports fits that bill with all the topics you need to put together a great show. Examples? So far this week, there's the trouble with body piercing, a list of the most influential non-existent people ever, the saga of the "Skunk Ape," proof that stingrays want to kill us all (one at a time), the winner of the title of Dumbest State in the Union, one really final way baseball fans can declare their loyalty, the real reason the 1986 Red Sox lost the World Series (they were cursed, but not how you thought), another school system that's banning tag, a candidate for sheriff who's hit upon an unusual way to stand out on the ballot, plenty on the Miami-FIU brawl, an airline that plans to pay you- not enough, though- to fly, and, oh, I don't know, other stuff, lots of it, plus "10 Questions With..." WHCU/Ithaca morning host/APD Dave Vie ser and the Talent Toolkit with three really sweet candy websites (sorry) and the rest of All Access with the industry's best/first/fastest/utmost/ginchiest news coverage in Net News, the best radio job listings, the incredible searchable Industry Directory, Mediabase charts, and much more, all free. See? You're feeling better already. (And if that's not enough, there's always pmsimon.com, for which I'll sneak a plug in here- it's stuff I write just because, including the true story of how I ended up in a very embarrassing clothing-deficient situation, the mystery of the Dead Guy In My Neighborhood, and other useless babbling- at least it's free, too)

Next week: Don't know. Depends on my mood. Probably something dashed off at the very last second. Why change a winning formula?


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October 20, 2006

SOMEONE PRINTED MY NAME ON A PIECE OF PAPER

Hey, look, I'm extensively quoted in the L.A. Times today! Click here to share the joy!

I'm sure they'll sell a record number of copies today because of this. I'm money in the bank.



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SWEET SIXTEEN

We've been celebrating anniversaries for 16 years now, and it's a cliche, I suppose, to suggest that each is more special than the last, but it's true, this year more than ever. And through it all, even as we had to play the hand life dealt us this year, there was never a doubt that we'd make it.

Several years ago, I found a yellow rubber duck in the Dodger Stadium gift shop while killing time before a game, and a year or so later, I found a pink version. They're identical- from the same mold- with the exception of the color, so I guess one's a boy duck- a drake- and the other's a girl. And looking at them the other day, they just seemed appropriate for today, even if the boy version, to be perfectly accurate, should be sporting a Phillies jersey and cap. No matter; we are individuals yet from the same mold, we fit perfectly together, and we squeak when squeezed.

Well, maybe I don't do THAT.

Happy anniversary, Fran. It just keeps getting better.


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October 21, 2006

ON THE AIR AGAIN

Hey, it's late notice, but in case you're in San Francisco and near a radio or if you're online and wanna hear me blather on about movies and TV and stuff, I'll be on Turi Ryder's show on KIFR (106.9 Free FM) in a few minutes (sometime about 8:30 pm Pacific time). Stream is here. Enjoy.


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October 22, 2006

CHUNKY SOUP

Donovan McNabb just threw up on the field again. Perhaps it's a delayed reaction to how poorly the Eagles played for most of the first three quarters.

Even if they manage to come back and beat Tampa Bay, there's no excuse for how bad they've been. No excuses.


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SOMEWHERE, TOM DEMPSEY IS SMILING

It was 21-20 with four seconds left when the Sirius satellite signal cut out as Tampa Bay was setting up for a 61 yard field goal. And the signal didn't return until after the play.

I'm kinda glad, actually, that I didn't have to hear that. I might have put the car in a canyon.

But the Eagles didn't deserve to win, regardless of the comeback. The moronic play at the end of the first half- didn't go for a field goal, didn't throw into the end zone- and the McDougle penalties didn't help. And special teams allowing a 37 yard return on the final kickoff is inexcusable.

If Andy Reid "takes responsibility" at the press conference again, Jeff Lurie should walk in and fire him on the spot. Come to think of it, fire him anyway. Cut McDougle while you're at it. And perhaps it's time to re-evaluate Jim Johnson's genius- clearly, the rest of the league knows what he's up to by now. The only reason I can't say the season's over right now is that the Giants, Cowboys, and Redskins all suck, too, but none of the four teams deserves to be anywhere close to the playoffs.

On the bright side, my Sunday schedule will open up a little more now.


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October 23, 2006

FREE AT LAST FROM THE SORKIN CURSE

"Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip" is on tonight. We won't be watching. We watched the first few episodes of "Studio 60."

We'll never get those hours back.

The reasons we're not going to continue watching the show are numerous- terrible, phony scripting, look-how-smart-I-am references, those wretched show-within-a-show "comedy" sketches that made it apparent that Aaron Sorkin has no sense of humor. But it still takes a lot to get a show removed from the DVR list.

We record a bunch of stuff to watch when we have time. All three "CSI"s make the cut. "South Park" makes it. So does "House," and "Entourage" when it's on (although it teetered close to getting yanked this season). "Desperate Housewives" still makes the list for Fran, as do "Boston Legal" and "Grey's Anatomy." But this season, there's a lot less to watch. I noticed this recently when i sat down, fired up the DVR, and found practically nothing to watch. Last year, there was more on the must-see list. This year, eh. We have Ted Danson's sitcom on the record list- it's not very good, but we started recording it on the off chance it was funny and it's not, but it's not bad enough to delete yet. We haven't had time for the American version of "The Office," and the brilliance of the British original casts a long shadow over it, but maybe we'll start back up with that, even if Steve Carell will never be Ricky Gervais. But there's no real breakout sitcom, no new compelling drama, nothing making us take notice.

Which is why deleting a show is a momentous occasion. It requires a show to be terribly disappointing or truly terrible, and "Studio 60" managed to satisfy both counts. I'm not upset at having that hour back, though. Maybe I'll use it for something radical. Like reading.


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October 24, 2006

AN EXHIBIT FROM THE MUSEUM OF LATE 20TH CENTURY ARTIFACTS

It's been a long, busy day involving many phone calls and much breaking news, so I'm beat, and all I have for you is this trifle:

In the immortal words of Navin Johnson, the new phone book's here! The new phone book's here! Behold, a relic of the stone age:

Does anyone actually use one of these things anymore? Doesn't everyone use the Net, or some 411 app on their cell phones? Maybe not, because when faced with plumbing or other emergencies, the first impulse is still to use the phone book. But otherwise, I can't remember the last time I've used one of these things.

Throw it on the heap of the obsolete with the VCR and the slide rule- they still work, yes, but there are better ways to get the job done. Good thing, too; as my ability to read tiny type diminishes with age, the necessity of doing so to look up a number diminishes, too. Timing is everything.

No, we're not listed.


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October 25, 2006

IT'S RAINING ON PROM NIGHT

I used to like rain delays. Back then, they didn't throw it back to the studio right away- they'd have the announcers stall, vamp for a half hour or more, tell baseball stories and jokes and rope in whoever was wandering by in the press box, and for a few fleeting moments it made those guys seem human while the flop sweat beaded up on their foreheads.

They don't do that anymore. Tonight, instead of Joe and Tim and Jeannie and Kevin filling time- you'd even pay to watch Tim McCarver juggling or Joe Buck spinning plates on sticks- Fox gave us something far, far worse.

"The War At Home."

I'd rsther watch the rain. More laughs that way.