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March 6, 2005

ECKO AND NARCISSUS

And not two days after I wrote about my attempted sartorial upgrade, we went to lunch at an Inexplicably Popular Chain Restaurant With Random Garbage Plastered On the Walls and I saw this guy, the one in the spotlight on the right:

The guy's shirt reads "ECKO UNLIMITED," with other related stuff plastered all over the back. I have no doubt he paid for the shirt, probably full price. I'm sure he thought it looked good, and his girlfriend agreed. That he's a walking billboard and paid for the privilege probably never crossed either of their minds.

And then I remembered that I have paid for several shirts with the name and/or logo of the Philadelphia Eagles Football Club, Inc. plastered all over them, and a rather large collection of caps with the logos of several professional baseball franchises prominently displayed, and I felt really stupid, too.

But there's a difference between sporting the logo and name of a team you favor- you're proclaiming your allegiance, however misguided, to a squad of pituitary cases which happens to play in a stadium located near a place you used to live. It makes no sense to pledge your allegiance to something called Ecko Unlimited. Do you go to the clothing store and root for Ecko Unlimited? Do you turn on ESPN7 and watch people sewing and folding shirts, and root for the manufacturer to meet its production and sales goals?

Maybe you do. I still think paying top dollar for clothes that have the name of the company that made them emblazoned in big black letters across the back seems weird. But maybe that's just my newfound stylishness.


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March 7, 2005

PLACEHOLDER

Not tonight, dear. I have a life.


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March 8, 2005

THANKS FOR CARING

Here's a letter I received the other day:

    Perry Simon, Personal Representative
    Estate of Harold Mimon
    (address omitted)

    Dear Mr. Simon,

    Please accept my condolences regarding your recent loss of Harold Mimon.

    Prices in southeastern Florida have appreciated dramatically during the past couple of years. And as a Personal Representative, you will receive calls and letters from bargain hunters. That is why current price information and marketing advice are very important, before you accept an offer that might not be appropriate.

    My job is getting top dollar for real property, including estate property. So, if you have any intention to sell the property located at (address omitted), would you please give me a call at (number omitted).

    Sincerely,

    (Name omitted)
    Broker-Associate
    (company omitted)

    P.S.: By the way, those bargain hunter offers sometimes do make sense, and I plan to explain when that is true before you tell me whether the Estate of Harold Mimon meets those criteria, which I hope it does not. Call me at (number omitted), that's my job. There is no cost to discuss it, and the sooner I can begin to assist you, the better resource I can be!

Here's my response:

Dear Mr. (Name omitted),

You know what I hate? I hate people who pounce on the grieving, the bereaved, the vulnerable. I hate people who skim the court records and send form letters trolling for business from people who are reeling from the loss of a loved one. I hate people who look at the mourning and see nothing but dollar signs.

Your condolences? Shove your condolences up your inflamed rectum. You don't know me, you don't know my family, you didn't know my father, and you couldn't care less about him. Someday, when you're hurting from the loss of someone you love, may you get a million letters like the one you sent, all from real estate agents trying to get their hands on the house. I have, from the moment the court certified me to handle the estate.

Oh, and next time you pull this crap on some other poor sad person, at least make an effort to get his name right. "Harold Mimon"? Three times? Oh, that's right, mail merge- you just had the information fed into a form letter, and you screwed up his name in the database. Well, F you and F your word processor.

Go to hell.

Sincerely,

Perry Simon, Personal Representative

P.S.: You might not want to wait by the phone for me to call.


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March 9, 2005

FORWARD INTO THE PAST: MORE FROM THE TV GUIDE COLLECTION

And then there are the evenings where I'm just a bundle of nerves and scattered synapses, when I really can't even think straight. That's when I look for a distraction. That's when I reach for the old TV guides.

Here we go again.

First up, from 1960, Channel 3 in Philadelphia brings you the soulful stare of Edmond O'Brien:

You know, they don't make stuff like this anymore. "Johnny Midnight"- what a name, full of meaning. You hear "Johnny Midnight," you get an immediate image in your mind. And the image involves a tough guy in a fedora and trenchcoat, pounding the mean streets. That's what you got here: Johnny was an actor who turned hard-boiled private eye. You didn't get more hard-boiled than Edmond O'Brien. Edmond O'Brien played a lot of those guys- detectives, cops, soldiers. He was also the star of the original "D.O.A." and the comic gangster in "The Girl Can't Help It." He even recited Shakespeare with Keith Moon at a birthday party for Sam Peckinpah. Now, nobody remembers him.

Same page, same night, over on Channel 10:

Yes, once upon a time, kids, the moon was impossibly far away. We'd never make it there. Not in our lifetimes, anyway.

Check the pose on this guy:

Pat Conway as Sheriff Clay Hollister, the man who tamed the Town Too Tough to Die. Does he not look like he's about to burst into song? It's Sheriff Felix Unger- hello, Tombstone! Speaking of which:

I have no comment.

Finally, from '65, there was this ad:

Back then, kids had to wince at this kind of thing. Chet Atkins? Obviously a cynical attempt by the squares at RCA Nashville to cash in on the wave that was sweeping all other forms of music right out into the ocean. This must have seemed like the biggest can of corn to hipsters of the era.

Today, of course, they'd pay a lot for an original copy, and they'd talk of the genius of Chet Atkins. In fact, it's available on CD and the reviews on Amazon are rapturous. But back then, it was what your parents bought, and it embarrassed you no end.

And that's enough for now. I have to rest up for the Big Convention. Reports from the front start tomorrow.


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March 10, 2005

TALK CONVENTION, DAY 1

Conventions, as I've previously written, are not among my favorite things. This is because the same things tend to happen every time: I walk in, everyone is a White Guy in a Suit who does not know me and is not inclined to change that situation, it gets unbearably hot, and I end up looking for an escape route.

(I do recognize, actually, that I'm much better at the convention schmooze than I think. I don't like to think that, but I am)

The move here, of course, is the eyes-at-badge-level glance- in this business, it's more common to know names and voices than faces, and I'm terrible at placing faces. I'm in a weird position here- I'm fairly well known in the business, but my face, partly by design (I hate having my picture taken), isn't. Plus, I'm the enemy here- I work for the competition, so in a way I'm crashing someone's party.

It always takes a few uncomfortable minutes for things to warm up for me. I get there, scan the room, see nobody I know, feel the harsh scrutiny of unfamiliar eyes, and retreat to a couch someplace to hide for a while. Eventually, I go back, see someone I know, and things get more comfortable. And that's how it went today- it turned out to be quite pleasant, I got to talk to friends I rarely get to see, and I met several nice folks. I did some business, renewed old acquaintances, and enjoyed a nice evening out.

But part of me still would rather not leave the house. I may be the world's worst hermit- I DO go out and I DO meet people and I DON'T run screaming from the premises. I may WANT to, but I don't, not even when the Celebrity Impersonators or the belly dancers showed up at the cocktail hour. But the thought does cross my mind that I would be better off staying home with Fran and Ella and the warm embrace of the TV.

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Today's Semi-Celebrity Brush-Offs: I was ignored by Tom Leykis, Phil Hendrie, Mancow Muller, Bill Handel, and Ed Schultz. I feel so special.


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March 11, 2005

TALK CONVENTION, DAY 2

Ah, geez, I've been up since 4:30 am and spent all day at a mind-numbing convention and you want me to write something? Hell, I'm going to sleep. I'll do a fuller accounting sometime this weekend. Please, let me recover a little. Thanks.


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March 12, 2005

TALK RADIO CONVENTION, WRAPUP- THE INVISIBLE MAN, THE GRAVEYARD WHISTLE, THE SEARCH FOR SIGNS OF INTELLIGENT LIFE

The theme of this kind of convention is "what can you do for me?" That's what a lot of conventions are like- it's about the schmooze- but this one's had some especially egregious examples. This morning, the PD of a very big talk station walked by me- nobody else around- and I said hello and congratulations (he just got a big promotion). His reaction- he looked at my badge (he knows me- we've met several times), and he wordlessly walked away. No nod, no grunt, no nothing. But he doesn't need to be friendly, because he invented radio. And he doesn't need me.

There's a lot of that attitude- Al Franken has apparently invented liberal talk radio, judging by his speech and the reaction to it this morning- and a lot of badge-staring. I get some "oh, YOU'RE Perry Michael Simon," which I'm not sure is a good thing, and some blank stares, which I'm pretty sure is not a good thing. At the Arbitron panel, a corpulent gent in a blue suit preparing to sit in the seat in front of me stopped, looked directly at my badge, and, with obvious disinterest and a sniff-n-sneer, turned away and sat down. Then again, I'm not the Inventor of Radio.

At one point, I ran into Joe Kelley of ABC's Midnight Truckers Radio Network show and he said "you know what word I haven't heard once here? Blog. Nobody's mentioned blogs here." He was right- eventually, Sean Hannity mentioned bloggers near the end of a long list of people involved in bringing down Dan Rather, but it was hardly an endorsement of the form, and he didn't exactly give them the credit they deserved. (Al Franken gave talk radio the blame for the Swifties' "lies"- nothing about bloggers, although I get the impression that Al uses a manual typewriter) Later, WTOP Washington's Jim Farley mentioned podcasting and we marveled that nobody had brought that up, either. And then Randy Michaels, accepting a Lifetime Achievement Award, went ahead and spoiled everything by laying out the future of wireless broadband and podcasting and streaming and the inescapable fact that the future lies not in the delivery system but in the content- anyone can send music out, anyone can download and playlist their own music, but not everyone can create a compelling, interesting, entertaining talk show.

And that's what's really happening to talk. All the panels and presentations and schmoozing were beside the point- not exactly whistling past the graveyard, but really more relevant to the immediate future than the long-term or even mid-range future. Technology is rendering the gatekeepers irrelevant. Just as I don't need a newspaper or publisher to reach a worldwide audience with this thing or the All Access column, there won't be a need for a transmitter and antenna to reach people's radios. You won't even need to reach a radio- the iPod, cell phone, some form of computer, PDA, TV, all of those will merge. Some already have- wanna see my Treo?- and much of the technology exists today, needing only to be miniaturized and made efficient and practical to use. It's coming.

But there's a future for the radio companies and syndicators, too. They have the production and sales and marketing expertise. It's one thing to say you can download a Howard Stern podcast or a Rush Limbaugh stream, and another to sell you on downloading Joe Blow's show or anything else of which you've never heard. And if Joe Blow wants to make a living with his podcast, someone will have to sell ads or sponsorships.

All of that is in the future, of course, but it's closer than you might think. In the meantime, how did they get through a three day conference without mentioning blogs? You'd think that... ah, no, you wouldn't. But there were several points at which panelists and attendees lamented the inability to find new talent, and bloggers were never mentioned. At least someone out there is listening, but nobody at the convention is. They're too busy inventing radio and ignoring my existence. Somehow, I think it's better for me this way.



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