November 2007 Archives

YOUTUBERY: FLYERS, MUMMERS, AND U68

It's late Friday, it's raining in Southern California (it pours, man, it pours), and I'm in the mood for the kind of YouTube clips only interesting to an old-TV nerd like myself. So....

Flyers hockey on WTAF-TV 29! Brought to you by Eastern Airlines and PSFS! Gene Hart!

Commercials on the 1987 Mummers Parade telecast, including Joe Niagra for WPEN!

The birth of WKBG-TV Boston, from the debut telecast from 1956, plus other clips!

The inaugural sign-on of WTIC-TV (now WFSB-TV) Hartford in 1957!

The October 19, 1968 sign-on of ATV0 in Melbourne!

Kiddie City commercials from the 80's! Kiddie City! I used to go to the one in Ardmore, PA when I was in college! (Yes, I bought stuff at a toy store when I was in college -- what of it?)

Oh, my Lord, someone has a U68 promo! The truly obscure music video channel in Newark/New York in 1985!

Have a great weekend.

THIS WEEK'S "THE LETTER": PART ONE OF TWO

Oh, Lord, am I setting myself up for failure. This week's All Access newsletter discusses the lack of excitement over radio this holiday season, then sets up a promise of great revelations with a distinct overtone of disappointment:

Did you miss me? Didn't think so. But while I was away, there were several incidents and moments where I thought, hey, this would make a great topic for "The Letter." Then I came back and promptly forgot all of them. Perhaps I should get into the habit of taking notes.

One thing I do remember is this: I was perusing the Black Friday sale circulars last week and it struck me that what I was looking at were this year's hot consumer electronics items, but radios -- regular ol' terrestrial radio receivers -- were conspicuously missing. They had iPods, of course, and HDTVs and Wiis, but no radios. There weren't even many items that include radios as incidental features, like in home theater receivers or the FM tuners they stick in off-brand MP3 players so you can listen to the TV audio at the gym. They had satellite radios, but no AM/FM radios, and absolutely no HD radios. Even clock radios and car radios tout iPod capability, not AM/FM.

That, of course, isn't good news for those of you in "regular" radio, but it's not fatal news -- as long as there's an installed base of close to 100% of cars and all those clock radios, radio will be a major option for audio entertainment. And we've already discussed how important it is for talk radio stations to be where the audience is going, which means gravitating from AM to FM and from AM/FM to podcasts and streaming. You know that, and you gotta hope your bosses know that. If generations are coming of age buying audio devices that don't have radio tuners, and the AM button on the car radio is a mystery left unsolved, you know that you have to do something new to reach them. (You also know that if HD Radio is a no-show in the Black Friday circulars this season, it's not a good sign for that -- this is the year they should have made a big consumer push, and it ain't happening. I know, yes, they signed some new car radio deals, but even if every car manufacturer made HD standard equipment right this second, it would take years for it to make a dent in the market. Meanwhile, where's a low-cost adapter to let me hear HD stations? Why didn't I see it in the stores this holiday shopping season? Why wasn't it in the sale circulars? Where's the compelling argument for me to buy one?)

On the other hand, with all those car and clock radios out there, it's not like people CAN'T access your shows. The trick is to get them to press that button and check you out -- to give them a reason to come back from the iPod or cell phone or whatever else is occupying their time. How do you do that? What do you, as a host, need to do to position yourself to succeed no matter how the medium changes? What should PDs be looking for to compete in this wide-open game? What does radio need most right now?

Find out... next week.

How's that for a tease?

While I scramble to come up with an answer, you can head over to All Access News-Talk-Sports and the Talk Topics show prep column, which will supply you with provocative material every day. This week so far, you'll find items about finding toilets by texting, doomed department store piano players, why working the overnight shift can kill you, giant Lego menorahs, how one guy lost by winning the lottery, the Great Massachussetts Spanking Debate, living in a shopping mall, the smell of Heath Ledger, how Carson Daly suddenly became one of the most controversial people in show business, a credit-card-related riot at a Kmart, transvestites trashing a McDonald's, the tragedy of dead malls, and the woman with a 10 pound hairball, plus real news commentary and links. And in the rest of All Access, there's "10 Questions With..." WTMJ/Milwaukee mainstay Jonathan Green and plenty of news, job listings, music charts, columns, the Industry Directory, and ratings, all free.

That's part one of a Very Special Two Part Episode of "The Letter." Next week, either I tell you what I think will keep radio relevant in the multimedia universe, or Bobby wakes up and discovers it was all a dream.

DUMP SWEET DUMP

Upon finding out I happen to be a Philadelphia sports fan, I often got asked by curious folks who'd never been there about the former home of the Phillies and Eagles, Veterans Stadium. Wasn't it horrible, they asked. Wasn't it supposed to be a toilet? And I'd always respond the same way: sure, it was a toilet, but it was OUR toilet. When they imploded the place, it was just a little sad.

That came to mind when the news broke that USC, frustrated by a lack of movement in lease negotiations, is considering a move from the Coliseum to the Rose Bowl. After that hit the wires, I heard a lot of talk about the historic nature of both stadia, how USC shouldn't abandon the Coliseum because it has so much history. And my mind kept going back to the Vet, because, let's face it, they're historic and wonderful and I love them and I want them to stick around, but the Coliseum and the Rose Bowl are, well, toilets.

The first impression you get of the Coliseum from outside depends on how you approach it. If you come in at the "Peristyle End," you see the Olympic torch and that familiar series of arches and it's impressive, except for the utility boxes and trailers and storm fencing and the wartlike, rundown Sports Arena blocking your view. If you come in from any other angle, you'll think, "That's it?" It's grimy, it's dull, it's deceptively low-slung, and it looks about as old as the one in Rome. Inside, it's a mixed bag, too: the seating is awful and uncomfortable, most seats are miles from the action and all on one massive level, getting to any seat means an interminably long, difficult slog up or down long aisles, getting to concessions or the bathroom if you're seated way up top requires a sherpa, the place needs a minimum of new seats, a new video board, and a paint job.

On the other hand, it's the place where the Olympics were held, where the biggest names in football roamed, where the Dodgers drew 90,000 people to a World Series game, where concerts and festivals and soccer were played. When Fran and I finished the Revlon Run/Walk last May, we got to walk through the tunnel and onto the field for the finish line, and it was an amazing experience -- you could feel the history as you emerged from the tunnel.

But actually sitting there for a game is another story. It's... uncomfortable. So is the Rose Bowl, where your back is someone else's knee rest. It would be nice if the Trojans and Bruins played in more comfortable surroundings, and it's weird that two of the few schools that don't have their own stadia on campus are right here. I hope, and kinda expect, that USC and the Coliseum Commission work things out and the team stays right where we expect them to be, but while we're on the subject, guys, can someone kinda fix the place up a little? Maybe a few more escalators, some comfortable seats, a splash of Benjamin Moore on the concrete? The old girl deserves a little makeover once in a while.

Okay, so, if Missouri and West Virginia win, then that's your BCS title matchup, but if they lose, then it's possible it could be, say, Ohio State and a two-loss team, because no way does Kansas get back after the loss to Missouri, but then there's Hawaii sitting there undefeated and... and...

And there's only one way to resolve this.

No, not a playoff.

Me.

Really, the college football championship is too important to leave to computers. And it's too important to leave to a poll of writers or coaches or anyone else who might in some way know something about college football. No, what college football needs is an autocrat, a my-way-or-the-highway guy, someone who makes decisions with ruthless efficiency and sticks to them, come hell or high Gatorade.

I can do that.

First, my credentials: I have none. I did not grow up a college football freak. Where I grew up, the mid-Atlantic region, we didn't have college football. (Rutgers, at the time, didn't count) Oh, sure, you had people rooting for Syracuse, or Penn State, or -- horrors! -- Notre Dame, but there wasn't the kind of fervor for the game you'd associate with L.A.'s USC and UCLA fans, or pretty much any state school anywhere else. We didn't care much. And my college gave up football in 1971 when it literally ran out of players. I followed virtually every other sport, but college football was what someone else played on Saturday afternoons on ABC.

Later, after marrying someone who went to the University of Miami (school motto: "Guilty, Your Honor"), I acquired more of an interest in the game. I've even been to the Rose Bowl game, the one when Miami beat Nebraska; that was the Hurricanes squad that featured Jeremy Shockey and Willis McGahee and Frank Gore and at least one of Clinton Portis' personalities. And living in Los Angeles, you can't miss the USC alumni -- they're the ones driving Jaguars and BMWs (with "USC ALUMNI" license plate frames) erratically in front of me while chatting to their brokers on their cell phones -- so it's hard not to know at least a little about what's happening in college football.

A little -- yep, that's what I know. And that makes me ideal for the job of Ultimate Arbiter Of Who Gets To Call Themselves College Football Champions. I'm not a homer. I'm not tainted by favoritism for any particular team. When you really analyze the situation, I don't care. I'm probably watching basketball or "House" or something. But I can cut through the garbage, clear the fog, and leave no doubt who the champion ought to be. Seriously, it would save everybody a lot of time and effort and heartache. I'll take the heat.

It's way too early to make my decision, but I can give you some insight into how I plan to make my decision, besides the coin flip and Magic 8-Ball. Let's look at some of the contenders:

MISSOURI: Pro: Chase Daniel. Shut down Kansas ground game. Con: Would upset the balance of nature. "National Champion Missouri Tigers" just doesn't sound right, like "Oscar-winning Rob Schneider."

WEST VIRGINIA: Pro: Bob Denver was from there. Con: John Denver sang about it.

OHIO STATE: Pro: "National Champion Buckeyes" sounds comfortable. Con: Lost to Illinois -- Illinois? Buckeye mascot is just weird. Lingering resentment from the January 2003 Fiesta Bowl. That whole "THE Ohio State" thing is just annoying as hell.

GEORGIA: Pro: Young, interesting team, almost won SEC. Knowshon Moreno is apparently for real. Con: Two losses. "Knowshon"? Didn't win SEC, either. Mark Richt just rubs me the wrong way. Don't know why.

KANSAS: Pro: Won 11 straight. Con: Got found out.

VIRGINIA TECH: Pro: I always confuse them with West Virginia, and they're always decent. Inspirational after tragedy. Con: Two losses. Points off for Vick-by-association.

LSU: Pro: Dunno, haven't seen them this year. Con: Two losses. Triple overtime. Gotta win that one, guys.

USC: Pro: Even in an off year, they're good. Quarterback named "Booty." Con: Stanford? No, really, Stanford? That's a mistake, right? That didn't happen, did it?

But I'll reserve the right to make my final determination until all the regular season stuff's done. I might even wait until the bowls are over. But I will make my choice, and it will be correct. Just leave everything to me. See? This doesn't have to be difficult.

LINKAGE: PLEASANT FAMILY SHOPPING

I'm busy and tired today, so here's a link to a great site that started this year (on my birthday!) and features vintage pictures and biographies for some legends of retail, including -- wait for it! -- Korvette's! Two Guys! Food Fair! Topps/White Front! Acme! Publix! Winn-Dixie!

It's called Pleasant Family Shopping and it's pretty freakin' amazing. Go there and bask in the warm glow of your retail memories.

CHANGE OF PLANS

I thought I'd have plenty of time to finish work, crank out something for this page, and relax with some TV this evening, because I assumed, like almost everyone else, that the Sunday Night Football game wouldn't be worth watching.

Stunningly, incredibly, amazingly, that isn't the case. It's about the end of the third quarter right now and it's a game. So I'm going to go watch it.

NOT AGAIN

It was the first thing I heard when I turned the radio on this morning -- my usual first choice was in syndicated programming, but I happened to turn to an all-news station and they were reporting that Malibu was on fire again, first 100 acres, then 300, and soon over 1,500 acres and growing. I went for a run shortly therafter and took some crappy cameraphone pictures along the way:

And on TV:

Once again, the first impulse is to engage in a little fingerpointing and a little schadenfreude -- what ARE those people building houses out there for? -- but that doesn't wash. Fires can happen anywhere, and you can't help it when weather and wind conditions pick up the flames and carry them into your yard. And if someone discards a cigarette butt or carelessly starts a bonfire or, worse, deliberately sets a fire knowing it will burn people's homes down, that's not the homeowners' fault. We who live in Southern California also know that this can happen to us as well -- no matter where in this region you live, you're one flame away from disaster. Are we all supposed to move away? To where? To hurricane country? To blizzard country? To tornado country? I grew up in a flood plain and lived in a particularly flood-prone area of Bucks County along the Delaware River, which ended up submerged a few years after we left. That's no good, either. Are we all supposed to move to, I don't know, Idaho?

So far, 35 homes have been destroyed, but our friends in that area seem to be OK. I hope it remains so. And as long as it's something that can happen to us, I can't look at the situation with anything but sadness.

THE NEWSPAPER FOR MASOCHISTS

Five minutes on hold.

"Daily Breeze, may I help you?"

"Yeah, good morning. My paper didn't come yesterday. I'm at (address redacted) and the Thursday paper just showed up today, over 24 hours late."

"Yeah?"

(Yeah? What kind of response was that from a customer service rep?)

"Um... yeah. I'm not happy."

"Well, I see your complaint didn't come in until this morning."

"Your offices were closed early yesterday. I called and left a message and asked someone to call me back today. Nobody called."

(impatiently) "It was a holiday. We had holiday hours."

"I did call. I could only leave a message"

"But you got your paper."

"Yeah, over a day late. That's useless."

"Doyouwantaweek'scredit?"

"What?"

"Week'scredit. Thankyo..."

Click. (She hung up.)

You would assume that a business on shaky ground like a newspaper would want its front-line representatives to at least take a stab at being understanding and helpful. You'd think they wouldn't want customers informing advertisers that their Black Friday "doorbuster" ads didn't reach some customers until AFTER the early sales were over. You'd think they wouldn't have their carriers drop letters at customers' doorsteps telling them that because the paper is also now distributing the Wall Street Journal locally, he can't guarantee that the paper will be delivered by 7:30 am as previously offered. You'd think that the folks at MediaNews would want to do whatever is possible to guarantee that a paid-up subscription customer of twelve years' standing doesn't get hung up upon by a customer service rep. You'd be wrong.

Thanks for the free week. That may not be enough to keep me subscribing.

THANK YOU FALLETTIN ME EAT MY TURKEY AGAIN

We knew we wouldn't be back home from our trip in time to defrost a turkey (or get a fresh one) and do all the sides, but we didn't want to go to a restaurant -- we'd done that before, and didn't like it. It's a weird atmosphere to be at holiday dinner with strangers and without football. Worst: no leftovers. So, this year, we let someone else do the cooking, namely the Marie Callender's over on Western.

This is the part where I tell you what a disaster it all turned out to be, how the order was botched and the food was bad and the meal was ruined, except that none of that is remotely true. The meal was excellent. The turkey was huge and will provide great leftovers. The potatoes and yams were addictive, the cornbread and stuffing wonderful, and the apple pie approached carb overload, but in the best way. Best of all, the cleanup was easy, allowing me to be back on the couch for more football and a little college hoops (Nova!) in minutes. Apart from some faulty heating directions (too short), everything was perfect.

And that raises the question of why we didn't do this before. We -- and by that I mean Fran -- have been assembling and cooking Thanksgiving dinner ourselves for most of the last twenty years, and it's messy and a ton of work and no cheaper than getting it from Marie's, and even the leftovers were about the same in volume either way. What were we thinking? This restaurant thing, this letting-someone-else-do-it thing, well, I could get used to it.

For what am I thankful this year? For a capitalist system that encourages businesses to let you pay for them to do your dirty work. Oh, and family and friends and good health and all that stuff, too.

ELLA: THE FELINE RED BULL

I'm still operating at the zero-sleep level. We've been back for a day and I'm still lagging. Blame this culprit:

Ella the World's Most Famous Cat has been meowing nonstop since we returned. These aren't just small, natural meows;, no, these are intense, loud, attention-must-be-paid meows. She meows when we don't pay attention to her, and she meows when we do. If there aren't any crunchy treats out for her, she meows. If there are plenty of treats (crab flavored, of course), she meows. When we're sleeping, she meows. If we go to the bathroom and close the door, she stands right outside and intensely meows. If we open the door, she walks in and meows. She meowed all night, then followed me to the office and meowed all morning, taking a few minutes' break, then meowed when I went out to run, meowed at lunch, meowed until I opened the window so she could sit in it, meowed while sitting there, and meowed when I opened the laundry closet door. Oh, and she screeched at a cat who happened to stray into our driveway.

She also discovered something that could cause me a great deal of distress: turns out that my legs feel exactly the same to lay upon as Fran's. Ella sleeps on Fran's legs, a twelve pound, circulation-blocking weight planted firmly atop her shins every night. Last night, Ella found my legs to be the perfect resting place where she could relax between meows. It took a lot of effort to dislodge her from that spot, whereupon she decided that my face would be an adequate substitute.

So it hasn't been a restful return to California. I know, everybody writes about their cats as if they're all amazing, as if everything a cat does is a first, unique, never before experienced. I know other cats display separation anxiety and all the other symptoms expressed herein. All I'm saying is that I have a plausible explanation for my lack of coherence right now, and she's small, fuzzy, and noisy as hell. And adorable, too, which is one reason why she'll get to stick around, meows and all. I'm a sucker for adorable,

TARMAC DADDY

Nine hours. Nine freakin' hours. We spent nine hours on a plane today. It was supposed to take six hours, tops, but it took nine hours, and that doesn't count the part where we woke up at 3 am Eastern, dragged our asses over to Newark Airport, found Budget's return area devoid of baggage carts, assistance, and people, as well as receipts when we went to the counter, lugged the bags up to the train platform and discovered that it was "maintenance time," meaning that we'd have to change trains at Terminal A. Then came weather, international flight connection delays, a busted valve, and heavy traffic on the runway.

This was not our day.

But, then, it IS in reality a good day, because we're back. Nice trip, great to see everyone, but L.A. is home, and it's nice to be here, in our own bed, back to semi-normal. And speaking of our own bed... excuse me. (That east-to-west jet lag is kicking in right... about... now.)

IN THE BALLPARK

Today, I was here (First Energy Park, Lakewood, New Jersey, home of the South Atlantic League Class A Lakewood Blue Claws, a Phillies affiliate):

They even let me in to take a few pictures:

Look! My old employer has an ad!:

There's something lovely about a ballpark, even in the rain:

TODAY'S LESSON

Today's revelation: when you're sitting in a largely empty restaurant having breakfast, it is extremely annoying when the proprietors insist on playing a Jim Croce album over the PA system. I'd have been okay with one or two songs- "Operator," maybe -- but not an entire album of obscurities, followed by a James Taylor album. It doesn't make your pancakes slide down easier, that much is certain. Just sayin'.

NO MAS

I'm having connectivity problems tonight. I'm going to take that as a hint.

LIVE, LOCO, LATE BREAKING

We had a nice day today, despite a frigid wind that cut my morning run short at 3 minutes (suddenly, the treadmill at the hotel seemed inviting) -- any day that involves family, friends, cheesesteaks, and Wawa runs can't help but be good. That's... it. That's all I got.

Look, I told you I wouldn't be posting anything of even remote import from the road. Gimme a break.

ATTACK OF THE MALL LEECHES

I guess they do things a little differently here on New Jersey, judging by something I noticed at the mall. Every mall has kiosks scattered around the place, but back in California they're manned by bored youth just kind of hanging out by their cell phone accessories. At Garden State Plaza this afternoon, the Kiosk Kids were positively aggressive. They jumped out at us and even followed us once we spurned their offers. Do we LOOK like we want to try your rejuvenating hand cream? No, we do not. Leave us alone.

That's all. Just an observation.

We made it back to the east coast today, and, naturally, the first thing we did was eat -- the Tick-Tock Diner, specifically, for the kind of Jersey diner food you can't get in Los Angeles. Coming back to the land of our youth always involves food, lots of it, making up for lost time. I'm going to try to control those impulses this time, though -- I've lost a great deal of weight and I don't want to put it all back at once in an orgy of cheesesteaks and Tastykakes. One each, that's the limit. Otherwise, it'll be salads and fish and other healthy stuff.

Besides, I'm wearing my "thin(ner) guy jeans." I didn't bring anything larger. If I overdo the food, I'll be flying back naked, and nobody wants that.

The flight was packed but unremarkable. Uncomfortable, noisy, but we got here okay. Naturally, the first thing I saw after the flight was an ABC News report about how they were able to smuggle bomb materials onto flights. Perfect timing, guys. It's not bad enough that we had to fly at Thanksgiving time. Meanwhile, my e-mail is overflowing with work stuff, because nobody seems to have gotten the memo that I am not working. But I don't mind -- send away. Just don't expect much action until I get back.

And now, I'll go administer more painkillers to the pounding headache I have at the moment. It's weird -- the last two times I've flown into this airport, I've gotten migraine-like, stabbing, intense headaches that don't seem to respond to painkillers. Maybe I'm allergic to New Jersey.

CAN I GO NOW?

Sorry, late, busy with last-minute stuff. Why is it that a lot of breaking news happens the moment you wrap things up for your time off? Whatever the reason, I'm still trying to finish so I can get some sleep before a 3 am wakeup call.

So good night. Warning: things might get even more inconsequential than usual for the next week. We'll see.

Have I mentioned that I hate traveling? That's not quite true, of course. The part I hate is this part, the dread of packing and preparing and doing all the stuff you have to do before going, not go mention the getting up early and going to the airport and dragging through security and getting on the plane and taking off and flying and landing and getting the bags and dragging th to the rental car and driving to the hotel, not to mention reversing the procedure to return home.

And that's days before I'm actually traveling. Travel is temporary, but anxiety can be forever.

I still have plenty of time to prepare, but I feel like I've punched out already. I have a lot of writing to do, but my mind's already elsewhere. Frankly, I'm ready to join it. The travel part may not be my favorite thing to do, but being away for a little bit can't hurt.

In the meantime, perhaps it would be a good idea to start, on, I don't know, packing or something. Excuse me.

LOST BALLGAME

I was running this morning, listening as I often do to old Jean Shepherd tapes. That's one of the miracles of our age, or, more precisely, several miracles at once, that someone bothered to record Shep virtually every night, that the tapes still exist, that someone took the time to digitize them, and that they're available -- free -- as a podcast (The Brass Figlagee). Today, I happened to randomy select a show from September 8, 1971, and the sound quality was a little less than usual. It was clearly recorded from a distance, and the WOR signal wasn't rock solid. Oddly enough, Shep that night was talking about crystal radio sets, about hobbyists and a guy in a POW camp who built a makeshift crystal set to hear news from outside, and he was going on about that when I heard another station rising up from the background and I heard a name pop out clearly in the mix (click picture to hear):

Tommy Helms! Yes! Aha! Whoever was recording Shep was getting interference from WLW Cincinnati, one channel over from WOR! And then came this clip, with the "express written consent of the Cincinnati Reds" disclaimer, the Padres taking the field, the umpires (Andy Olsen, Tom Gorman, Chris Pelekoudas, Harry Wendelstedt) named, and the beginning of the National anthem, and the voice was familiar (click picture to hear):

A very young Al Michaels, fresh off a three year stint as voice of the minor league Hawaii Islanders, in his first big league season. It struck me that there might not even be any other recording of that game. This little clip, this barely audible few seconds of a September game between the Reds and Padres, a late start at what was then still San Diego Stadium, might be the only evidence left that this broadcast ever happened. So much of what we do in radio just goes out and disappears, totally ephemeral, not recorded at all, gone except for dimming memories. But because someone was obsessively recording every Jean Shepherd show on 710 WOR New York, there it was, a tiny bit of a now-obscure regular season game, Reds-Padres (the Reds won 4-1 behind Don Gullett, nailing Clay Kirby with three runs in the second inning, with 4.702 witnesses in the ballpark). I don't know why, but this stuff fascinates me.

And Shep knew all about the geeks like me. A few minutes later, he started playing a commercial, then stopped and replayed it for the radio obsessives who would want to save it for posterity. That's because it was for this (click picture to hear):

It closed four days later. This was one of the last times the legendary jingle aired. Shep jokes that someday old codgers would look back at Palisades Park with nostalgia. He was right.

THE JOY OF ENNUI

A postscript to yesterday: Today was a mundane Saturday. I did some work. I ran. Fran and I did some shopping. I got a haircut. I watched some TV. That's pretty much it.

You have no idea how good, after everything we've been through, this feels.

One of those annoying things about cancer, I've written before, is how it robs you of the everyday stuff. Cancer is in every conversation, in everything you do. But as time moves forward, you get more days like this when you just do normal stuff and talk about normal things and, well, those aren't boring days, they're good days. Great days, actually.

We did nothing special today. And nothing is much more special than that.

THE NOT-SO-TERRIBLE TWOS

How do you celebrate the anniversary of a very bad day? We did it by revisiting the scene of some of the subsequent crimes and toasting the fact that we're still here.

It was exactly two years ago today that Fran and I sat in an office at a medical facility and received the bad news of her breast cancer diagnosis, and what I remember most clearly about that day was that Fran was unbelievably poised and well adjusted and matter-of-fact. No time for tears from her; she went about getting the names of doctors and discussing her various options. As for me, I nearly passed out on the spot. I spent the rest of the appointment with my head between my knees trying to remember to breathe.

And then we spent a year involving operations and chemotherapy and radiation, and then recovery, and now, here we are, two years and still here. We spent a lot of that first year commuting up to UCLA for treatment, and we were back in Westwood tonight, the first time up there in a long time that didn't involve Fran being tested and attacked with scalpels. It was nice to be there without a medical crisis in play. It was so unlike our previous visits that I was able to find a parking space directly in front of the restaurant on a Friday night in Westwood Village, which never ever happens. And we topped it all off with Diddy Riese ice cream sandwiches (chocolate chip ice cream on freshly baked M&M cookies). If you'd asked me two years ago today what the ideal day would be two years hence, I'd have said something a lot like today -- a lovely evening spent with Fran, no worries, no doctors, just Fran and me enjoying the pleasures of being alive and well.

The ice cream sandwiches were just a bonus.

This week's All Access newsletter takes a couple of quick shots at industry observers and talent firings on the way out the door:

There's not gonna be a Letter next week because I'm going to be out of the office. And there won't be one the following week because I'll be eating turkey and watching football. So part of me is insisting that if I want to get my shots in about all the stuff that's on my mind, I better do it this week or I'll have to save it until December. On the other hand, I'm tired and last week's Letter was roughly the size of the Large Type Edition of "War and Peace," so part of me wants to make this short and be done with it.

Short wins.

But before I start my pre-break slacking off, I did want to mention a couple of things, like:

1. In a news item this week, a radio time buyer was quoted as saying this about FM talk: "People want and expect music on FM." This guy is supposed to know something about the radio business. "People want and expect music on FM." That's the justification for sticking with jukebox formats instead of trying talk formats, and, of course, they point to the death of "Free FM" and some other attempts at FM talk as proof that people just don't want talk on FM. FM is for music.... talk on FM is a waste... people want and expect music on FM... we've heard it before. We've heard it for years. My favorite was the one leveled at me by a competitor the day after we launched an FM talker: "WHAT are you guys DOING?"

The answer is in places like D.C., Orlando, Phoenix, Charlotte, Salt Lake, New Jersey, Nashville, Akron, and other markets where FM news, talk, and/or sports thrive(s), in some cases for decades. And there's public radio, too, which has a strong following for news and talk on FM in several markets, plus all those morning shows on music stations that are, in reality, talk shows -- little or no music. You know all of this. The time buyer doesn't. But what time buyers and analysts think affects what management does. Can't blame them: no matter how strongly you think FM talk will eventually work, no matter what arguments you can make about how it's insurance against iPod and satellite competition, if the buyers and analysts think FM's for music, and they'll make you pay for trying something different, you'd be inclined to stick on another short-term interchangeable music format and live to pull down a paycheck for another quarter. It's heartening, though, that there are managers and owners who are taking a shot with talk on FM anyway. It ain't an easy thing to do.

2. Can we get radio companies to move their fiscal years so the budget season doesn't result in so many people losing their jobs right as the holiday season gets underway? It's never fun to get fired, but, man, when you're looking at Thanksgiving and Christmas and Chanukah on the unemployment line like a bunch of radio folks are facing right now, it's just extra-depressing. There's no pleasant way to fire someone, but getting the ax this time of year makes every festive holiday decoration -- and every all-Christmas format -- hurt just a little bit more. The radio industry alone is enough to keep Clarence the Angel busy for the rest of the year. "See what your station would have sounded like without you, George?" "Yeah, it sounds like... say, it sounds like it does right now anyway!" It's a wonderful business.

Okay, that's enough. I told you I'd keep it short. Shorter, at least.

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So I'll be here and working until late next week, off for just a few days, back for a few, off for the holiday, and back again, in case you want to enter that in your Outlook calendar or notify the authorities. Have a great Thanksgiving.

IS IT TOO LATE TO ASK FOR A CORRECTION?

And now, a 27 year delayed reaction:

I bought Game 6 of the 1980 World Series as a two buck iPod download. I thought it would be fun to occasionally sync it and watch, and indeed it is. After watching the pre-game (with Bryant Gumbel hosting and an interview with Pete Rose) and the first few innings, I did what anyone else would do: I skipped to the top of the ninth, the one in which Tug McGraw loaded the bases and then got that fateful two-man pop-up and finally struck Willie Wilson out. I remembered the plays, and I remembered Joe Garagiola saying "the crowd will tell the story," then going silent as the place went nuts. But I didn't remember what Garagiola said earlier in the inning. He said "there are no winners, there are no losers. They're both winners, they're both losers."

What?

I guess he was trying to laud the Royals, but... what? No losers?

Yes, Joe Garagiola was one of the first aboard the Self-Esteem Express. Royals, you're not losers, even though, technically, since the Phillies won four games and you won only two, you, um, well, played a great series. But you're not losers.

Actually, yeah, you ARE losers. There IS a winner and there IS a loser. That's how it works. That's not to say that the losers are bad people or played a bad game, but one of the beautiful things about sports is that, in most cases (let's not recall pre-overtime, pre-shootout, pre-resolution hockey or soccer or football), there are no ties. Someone wins, someone loses. It doesn't get much more simple than that. You go out there, you do your best, someone comes out on top, and you hope it's you.

The education system in America has, of course, been going down that no-losers path for years. Yes, it sucked to be on Little League and PAL teams that never won. Yes, it sucked to finish in the back of the pack in gym class track races -- I could never quite deal with hurdles until I discovered that you could just push them down with your feet and they'd bounce back up after you went past -- and it sucks to root for teams that don't have a prayer of winning. But that's life. The adult world IS a competition. If you think there are no winners and no losers, you get eaten alive. I wonder how many kids get the wrong message that way.

I doubt they do, not in the long run. Kids still do play competitive sports, and they do try to win at video games (kids aren't the ones wandering aimlessly around Second Life). Still, the earlier you learn that life is going to be unfair and that you don't want to lose, the better off you're going to be when the real world intrudes on your childhood idyll.

But it was nevertheless a shock to hear that nobody lost the 1980 World Series. It's funny how the mind plays tricks sometimes. I could have sworn that... OK, let me go back and check the video....

CUTS LIKE A KNIFE, BUT IT FEELS SO...

This is Head-Rolling week in radio, especially at Clear Channel. They did the budgets recently, and this is the result -- the biggest local talker in one market, the local morning sports show in another, a longtime morning market fixture elsewhere, and midday and evening hosts galore. Gotta make budget, see, because the private equity firms who backed the bosses need to see some black ink on the bottom line.

It doesn't matter, of course, that getting rid, of, say, a local morning sports show in a major market -- with competition in the format -- means that when listeners come to hear talk about the Lions on Monday morning after a big game, they'll get a generic syndicated sports show from L.A. instead. It doesn't matter that this will be a long-term problem for the station. All that matters is getting the salaries off the books next quarter.

Wasn't taking the company private supposed to end this? Wasn't it supposed to remove the pressures of Wall Street expectations? Guess not.

Maybe you can get away with voicetracking or automation on music stations. Most music stations are devoid of personality these days anyway, except for morning drive. (No, "wacky" imaging does not obviate the need for actual humans, but it IS cheaper) But if you're in a major market doing sports and your morning show isn't talking about local stuff every day, or you've just dumped your highest-rated talk host because he made the largest salary and dropping him would bring you under budget, you're not playing to win. You're not even playing to survive. You're playing to save money. That's radio in 2007. The people who led the industry here should be ashamed. You know they aren't. And you know why I'm glad I'm not programming right now, although if I could just have a decent budget for local shows and a decent signal to put it on, it might be interesting. It's not like the competition is going to fight back much. Not if it costs money, that is.

THE MAGIC TOUCH

It's too late for a full post, but for the zero people who care, I finally got my busted iPod to charge, but not before I bought an iPod Touch. (And a Nano for Fran, for good measure. "A Nano For Fran" sounds like a heartwarming Christmas special on CBS circa 1956) The early verdict: Yeah, I think I like this one. Video looks great, WiFi and Safari work beatutifully, and there's enough room for everything (for now).

Something closer to normal posting tomorrow.

BUY BUY BABY

What was I saying last night about breaking the bonds of consumerism and not buying stuff I don't need? And did I mention the iPod Touch?

My iPod's dying. I'm gonna need a new one. Sigh.

I've been noticing that the thing has been acting up lately, not syncing or charging every time when I connect it to the computer or power adapter. I thought it might be the cable, but then the thing went dead for an extended period, not resetting or powering up or showing any activity at all. Then it came back, even allowing a reset, but wouldn't charge or sync, and the diagnostic screen didn't show any problems. Then it did sync. Then it didn't. Then it did.

That is not the behavior of a healthy iPod.

But it's several years old now, a 4G Photo version long since supplanted by video versions and now the Touch. I could go with the Classic (160 GB!), but the WiFi with browser and larger screen, and the promise of third party apps through February's SDK, have me ready to head out and buy the Touch instead. (I love the Nano, even the square "fat" version, but 8 GB isn't nearly enough for me) Still, 16 GB is... chintzy. I understand why they did that -- battery life, cost of flash memory -- but they could have included an SD card slot. But they're Apple, and they know better than you do what you need. (Yes, I considered the Archos, the Creative Zen, and the Sansa. All nice products, but... no, not quite there)

So I'm just about ready to drop a bundle on a replacement iPod. I don't want to. I like not spending the money. But I need to have a working iPod, the alternatives -- using my phone as a player, getting a cheaper brand -- aren't adequate for my needs, and... damn. No fair. And I was doing so well with my new frugality, too.

(If you're using the iPod Touch, let me know how you like it. My mind can still be changed)

I DON'T BUY IT

I didn't rush out and buy that $98 HD-DVD player yesterday. It was, to be sure, a great deal, and with the free movies, assuming you wanted those movies, it was hard to go wrong. And we don't have a next-gen DVD player yet, one of the few tech items we're missing. Plus, while it's a discontinued model and doesn't do 1080p, it's a decent Toshiba and our set doesn't do 1080p, anyway. But we didn't bite.

I could say here that the reason we didn't buy was that it's still too early, that the format war makes buying either too risky, but the truth is that the deal was nearly no risk and I still said no. Turned out that I couldn't pull the trigger because:

1. It's a safe bet that a year from now, that price will be commonplace.

2. There aren't enough movies available in either format.

3. The only local rental place we have (Blockbuster, unfortunately) has no HD-DVD or Blu-Ray discs and we don't rent enough to make Netflix worth the cost

4. We just don't need it.

That last one's the key. We just don't watch enough DVDs to need another DVD player. We have our hands full just catching up with the TV shows on the DVR. (Movies suck these days, too, so there's that, too) We have DVD players. The HD players look great, but our present upconverting player sits idle most of the time and usually plays DVDs of old TV shows and cartoons when it's on. So we don't need it.

I suspect that we're not alone. If you have a big 1080p set and you watch blockbuster (with a small "b") movies like "Spider-Man 3" or "Transformers," it may be time to buy. For the rest of us, the hundred bucks buys into the future, but you can just as easily wait six or nine months when there'll be more choices and more software.

And maybe there's something else. We went shopping today at a well-known discount store from which we never emerge with less than about a hundred bucks' worth of crap, and today we got out of there with about ten bucks' worth of necessities. I picked up a few items from the shelves, but decided I didn't absolutely need them and put them back. A stop at a bookstore, usually another occasion for excessive spending, resulted in only the purchase of a map -- five bucks -- that I needed for a trip. Nothing else, and no impulse to buy more.

Maybe, just maybe, I've broken the habit. Maybe I'm escaping the shackles of consumerist culture. Maybe... Maybe I won't be tempted by that iPod Touch. Or maybe I will. That, I could use.

AFFIX BLAME HERE

The Friday vegetative state kicked in esrly today. Fridays have become brutal lately, the cumulative effect of the previous six days of writing being a halting, lurching, sluggish afternoon: work gets done, only in slow motion. And I end up banging out a few more inches of column before repairing to the couch and watching basketball without being able to focus on the action, or figure out why I care about the second game of the regular season when not even all of the players do.

And that's where I am tonight, on the sofa blankly staring at the TV, once again in no mood to write any more this week. I apologize. I know I've been bad at posting anything of value on Fridays. Maybe it'd be better if I could take the rest of the week off to prepare. But it turns out that I like getting paid, so that's not going to happen, not unless a generous benefactor -- like, say, you -- provides underwriting. Think of it as a public service, like NPR, only without a point. At least on Fridays, that is.

This week's All Access newsletter, whenever it hits e-mail boxes worldwide, deals with how you know it's, um, time:

For my next trick, I'll use Halloween candy as a way to get into a discussion of talk radio. Nothing up my sleeve... you'll note that this appears to be an ordinary e-mail, nothing unusual... and here we go.

We have a lot of candy left over from Halloween. A LOT of candy. We bought what we thought was enough for all the trick-or-treaters we'd get on Wednesday, we filled up a huge bowl (with more bags in reserve), and... the doorbell rang four times all night. Four times. And now, we have more Airheads and Sour Patch Kids and Sour Skittles than we'll ever be able to eat.

My first thought was that it's all over for the Halloween holiday. (Actually, my first thought was "At least we don't have to buy candy for next year," but just go with this for now) We've been getting fewer and fewer kids coming every year, and I've been reading articles lately about parents afraid to let their kids trick-or-treat in the neighborhood. So, naturally, I jumped to the conclusion that Halloween as we knew it is finished. And if I'd had to do a show on Thursday, I might have gone on the air and said just that.

But then I talked to a friend who lives in another L.A. neighborhood, and he said that he had a lot of kids come by Wednesday night. And he said that if he lived down the hill instead of up a steep incline, he'd have had even more. So Halloween's not dead after all. Or it is. Or... I don't know.

As a talk host or programmer, you want to have your finger on the pulse of the listening public. You want to know what's interesting to them, so you can talk about it for that all-important "relatability." But it's easy to misread the signs, and it's way too easy to take your own experience and think that it's universal with your audience, too. If you'd asked me on Wednesday night, I'd have sworn up and down that Halloween for kids is over. Ask me on Thursday and it was a different story.

But you're not going to be talking about Halloween. You have something far scarier to talk about: the election. I've heard people in talk radio insisting since early this spring that the listeners were deeply into the '08 election, that it was critical to talk about the election and the candidates and everything related to the horserace even almost two years before the big day. And others said no, people aren't into it yet, it's way too early, even now, a year before the election. Both sides were adamant about this, and both said that they knew they were right because they'd done the research. And many of the PDs I talk to were pretty convinced one way or another.

And then I saw a poll a few months ago that said, yes, everyone's quite involved in election stuff, and I wondered why nobody I knew was similarly afflicted. A few days ago, I saw another poll that said people are only "modestly" interested in the campaign -- barely over half the respondents said that they were following the campaign fairly or very closely. Which is it? Do you hammer away on the election or ignore it for now, or mix it up?

I don't know. I don't know about Halloween, I don't know about the election, I don't know about Sour Skittles. All I know is how I feel and how my friends feel. The general public? Who knows? But if I'm programming or producing or hosting a show, I'd sure want to find out.

How do you do that? One thing NOT to assume is that people who know you have that answer. Your friends and family are not representative of the general public. For one thing, they know you. They know you're "in the media." In the same manner that people will tell a pollster something that diverges from the actual truth, they'll tell you -- subconsciously or not -- what they think you'll want to hear, or what they think will impress the media professional radio star. And if non-friends-and-family types recognize you, they'll do the same thing. The chatter at the station is likewise suspect: you'll find a lot more news awareness at a talk radio station than, say, at the mall... which is one place to start if you want to hear what people are talking about. The best thing you can do is get out among the public and listen. Listen to the chatter at the Starbucks. Listen to the guys in the locker room at the gym. Eavesdrop at the fast food place, at the supermarket, at bars and clubs. Talk to the other parents at your kids' school (taking into account that they may know you as "the radio host"). See what's really on people's minds. Ask people what they think. Ask them what THEIR friends are saying. You're not going to know that if you stay home and watch the cable news channels and read political blogs and the papers.

For my part, I'm not known around where I live as "the radio guy." (I'm known as "the guy who's always home, so he must be unemployed") I've been trying to gauge interest in the election, and what I'm hearing (from non-radio people, at least) is that there's limited interest so far -- if you push someone, he or she will come up with a name or two, always Hillary, sometimes Rudy or Obama, that's about it. Unless you're in an early primary or caucus state like Iowa or New Hampshire, the election seems too far away. And you don't want to be spending an hour on whether Mike Huckabee's religious background will harm or help his candidacy when most of your audience will hear his name and think you're talking about that weird movie they went to see because the critics loved it but was just confusing and strange and not all that funny. But that's all extremely informal "research" by someone who doesn't need to do a show tomorrow. Your mileage may, and probably will, vary.

(And you also have to weigh listener's expectations. If you're Rush or Hannity or someone like that, your audience expects the election stuff. They're probably coming to you specifically for that. But if you usually talk about local stuff, or lifestyle stuff, that's when it becomes a risk)

All I'm saying here is that you can't assume anything about what's on your listener's minds. Appearances, and conventional wisdom, deceive. Try to get out of the house and studio and see for yourself.

Or you can just hire a consultant to tell you what to do. (Rates negotiable -- call today!)

And it's not like there's nothing else to talk about. Why, at All Access News-Talk-Sports' Talk Topics show prep column alone (slick segue), you'll find links and stories and items about why you can't listen to Justin Timberlake records while running a marathon, an offensive song about baggy pants, allegedly drunk and sleeping airplane pilots, an untrustworthy waitress, the tourist trade New York hopes you won't notice, idiot street racers, Dog the Bounty Hunter's career self-destruction, the hurricane season scorecard, a dead deer in the kitchen, why those huge new planes may not be your ticket to the Mile High Club, peanut-free baseball, foreclosure trouble, pop-up ads, a creative use of manscaping for illicit purposes, and many more, including "real news" like the wildfire aftermath and the Attorney General hearings and, yeah, the election (look, as long as we can still accurately say "candidate Dennis Kucinich," it's very, very early). You'll also find "10 Questions With..." Sirius OutQ morning host (and trade magazine refugee) Larry Flick and the rest of All Access with the industry's best/fastest/most complete news coverage, message boards, job listings, charts, ratings, all that stuff, all free.

By the way, keep in mind that even if people aren't in an election frame of mind today, all it takes is one big thing to hit the headlines and suddenly everyone will be paying attention. I'm thinking scandal here. Like that story circulating this week about (name deleted upon advice of counsel) and (name deleted upon advice of counsel) and how they (activity deleted upon advice of counsel) with a (kitchen implement deleted upon advice of counsel). Now, THAT would be interesting.

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