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May 21, 2006

TONIGHT'S "SOPRANOS": PARIS, NEW JERSEY

HBO aired a lovely travel special on Paris in place of the regularly scheduled "Sopranos" episode tonight. Your travel guides: Carmela Soprano and Rosalie Aprile.

OK, so it was a plot device. While Carm and Ro wandered through the City of Bad Attitudes agog, the scenes were intercut with Tony at the Bada Bing and Tony getting oral favors while driving- Paris culture good, Jersey culture bad. Okay, we get it. Plus, Adrianna made another dream appearance. Significant? So far, those dead-folks-reappearing moments haven't amounted to anything, but in the preview for the last episode of this cycle (two weeks from now- come ON!), Carm is suggesting that an investigation into Ade's whereabouts might be a good idea. Oh, and there was a priceless throwaway when Ro marveled that the young dude she'd picked up is from Belleville- "they got Belleville over here!" Yeah, but they don't got Nutley.

Anoter subplot: losing a son. Tony admitted to Dr. Expressionless that he sometimes hates A.J., sighing that he's lost control over the kid, then later laid down the law by telling the now-unemployed wayward son that he's going to work in construction, and broke the kid's truck window for good measure, because he's Tony and because he can. (Meadow made a brief appearance to announce that she's following Finn to L.A.; that's fine, since she hasn't been much more than a shrill bit player this season)

But the most important subplot for the future, one can assume, is the end of Vito (courtesy of an unamused Phil Leotardo) and the beginning of a mob feud after one of Johnny Sack's guys wouldn't stop with the jokes. Tony didn't want a war- when they're involved, he said, the guys aren't earning- but he may have one. That is, if the writers don't weasel out- the previews for the final episode indicate Phil has the same concerns Tony has. We're dropping bodies at the rate of one or two a week lately, and they'd better not ease up now.

Overall, not a horrible episode. The plot gets advanced, you got Vito getting a cue stick up the butt and a jokester getting a knife to the gut, you got Phil Leotardo becoming more of a powder keg, and you got the insufferable A.J. getting kicked around a little by Tone. Plus you got lots of Parisian scenery and the end of the previously-thought-to-be-endless Vito Saga. Bonus: a bad old dirty joke with the punchline "I'm not talking to you!" as part of a pig-related theme (Carm snaps a picture of a neon pig in Paris, Tony's at Satriale's). Not the best episode ever, but we'll take it.

No Paulie, though. A little Sil, one Bobby walk-on, a brief glimpse of Christopher, blessedly no Janice, but you gotta have some Paulie every week.

Next week's a season-padding repeat of the last three episodes. Don't need that. Last episode of this run's the following week, and because it wasn't shot as a final anything- they have more episodes being held for January- it may not bring this cycle to a satisfying close. Or maybe it will. We have time to speculate.


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May 22, 2006

IT COULD BE WORSE

An old fart radio guy has written a guest column for the New York Daily News that's called "Radio Filth Starts in Corporate Suites" but might as well be titled "I Need A Law So I Can Get A Job." After ripping the "lowlifes" like Star for being evil and horrible, he writes:

    But, as repugnant as they are, these morally bankrupt millionaires can't be held solely responsible for taking the money and running (off at the mouth). The lion's share of blame must be placed at the feet of the broadcast industry itself.

    The crux of the issue was captured in an editorial cartoon in these pages on the morning after the most recent jaw-dropping debasement. Two fat cat executives at Clear Channel Radio are having a private conversation. A computer screen in the background reveals a graph depicting soaring profits. Suit No. 1 says, "There's a lot of publicity about our hip-hop deejay threatening a little girl with sexual violence." Suit No. 2 responds, "So we can increase our ad rates?"

    I know these guys. I worked for them. They would look the other way at any kind of perversion that helped them squeeze a quarter of extra profit between last quarter and this quarter. It's in their interest. But that is not what the framers of the Constitution had in mind, nor is it what the founders of Federal Communications Commission meant by the phrase "public interest."

All right, I wouldn't go with the "perversion" rhetoric- the Star thing isn't exactly representative of the kind of programming you'll generally find on radio. (And the cartoon's "truth" is undercut by the fact that Clear Channel fired Star) But Old Fart has a culprit in mind:

    Here's the problem: Unregulated, uncontrolled radio makes so much money doing its worst that it simply can't afford to do its best. Since 1996, an orgy of consolidation has helped fuel a 34% decline in the number of owners, a 90% rise in the cost of advertising rates, and - not coincidentally - a rise in the number of indecent broadcasts.

"Not coincidentally"? The only measure of indecent broadcasting is whatever the FCC decides to prosecute. We've gone through stretches of heavy-handed regulation and stretches of hands-off treatment. How can O.F. say that it's worse now? Because nobody can prove it either way.

And rates were going up regardless of consolidation. In fact, they may still be too low. The driving factor there isn't consolidation, it's what the market- ad agencies- will bear. O.F.'s head would explode if he saw the rates newspapers, TV, and outdoor get.

    And the public is complicit.

Ah, here comes the real trouble.

    In the face of these trends, too many of us have turned down the volume on our own voices, settling for a kind of radio that, for the most part, replicates the industry view of what it should be.

In other words, the general public LIKES the "perversion." It's the PUBLIC's fault! If only they knew that they COULD be listening to obscure James Taylor album cuts introduced by O.F. himself- now, THAT'S radio!

    It doesn't help that the FCC continues to be populated primarily by appointees sympathetic to the broadcasting industry and often employed by the broadcasting industry when they step down. Conflict of interest, anyone?

Michael Copps and Jonathan Adelstein, sympathetic? And Mr. Sympathetic, Kevin Martin, is the one, with Copps, leading the charge to screw broadcasters over indecency.

    Rampant deregulation has created this mess - and only reregulation can get us out of it.

The liberal's answer to the public just not buying what they're selling- MAKE them buy it.

    Proponents of the status quo claim that market forces can effectively regulate radio. But local radio run from the corporate suites of a few huge conglomerates inevitably plays to the lowest common denominator at the expense of those elements of society that advertisers aren't interested in reaching, most notably the poor and the elderly.

O.F.'s station is noncommercial. If there's a need for that programming, why isn't HIS station doing it instead of indulging old hippies? (And who said poor people don't like what's on commercial radio? Are elderly people only served by Glenn Miller records? Don't AM talk radio stations tend to have large audiences over the age of 65? They don't count?)

    But not just the poor and the elderly. Consider this: at this writing, New York City, the supposed broadcasting capital of the world, does not have a full-time country, jazz or oldies radio station. That's serving the public?

Country hasn't worked in New York for years. Is a station supposed to lose a fortune so someone can hear a Dierks Bentley record? Jazz IS on the air- WBGO, one of the nation's premier noncommercial stations and a proponent of "real" jazz. Oldies left because the audience was shrinking. It's an option for a failing station, but, really, why is he defining "public interest" as "playing the same old Beatles, Beach Boys, and Motown records in tight rotation"? There's no full-time Gregorian Chant station, either- why not? Where's the Polka station? There are people not being served! It's big business' fault!

    If we aim our fire at one loose cannon like deejay Star, we will fail to see the real problem: an insatiable media conglomerate swallowing up anything with a transmitter pulse in its path, with the implicit blessing of the governmental organ charged with protecting the public interest. Couple this with a sleeping, yawning, apathetic, politically inactive populace, and you get exactly the kind of radio you deserve: greedy, monopolistic, homogenized, irrelevant and - yes - obscene.

Translation: WHY CAN'T I GET A JOB ON THOSE GREEDY, MONOPOLIZED, HOMOGENIZED, IRRELEVANT AND- YES- OBSCENE STATIONS? WHY WON'T THEY HIRE ME? WHY DOESN'T THE PUBLIC LOVE ME?

Yes, terrestrial radio has major problems, and I will bow to few in my disdain for what bean counters, sales weasels, and clueless programmers have done to the medium. In fact, the trend towards cheap music formats and deemphasizing personality is likely to turn generations of listeners away from the medium. But this guy gets it very, very wrong, because he thinks that what the public NEEDS is what the public DOESN'T WANT. His style of radio's fallen out of favor, so he wants regulation to bring it back, assuming that the only reason he's not spinning Bruce records on WNEW anymore is ownership consolidation. It's more complicated than that, and he HAS to know it. But what kind of brilliant radio is he doing that ought to be all over the dial? From a New York Times appreciation of his show in 2004, here's a sampler:

    After 40 years Mr. Fornatale's themes can be almost academically dense. Recent shows have included a tribute to great inventions on the 214th anniversary of the founding of the United States Patent Office.

    The themes can also be on the facile side. An annual "Color Radio" show has the Beatles' "Yellow Submarine," Joni Mitchell's "Blue," Love's "Orange Skies" and so on.

A tribute to patents and a show about colors. Yes, yes, we need a law to bring that back.


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May 23, 2006

HOW DO YOU HANDLE A HEADACHE?

You know those headaches that start right between your eyes and wrap around your forehead to your temples and radiate through your cheekbones? Whaddya call 'em, you know, them sinus headache deals?

Yeah, like that. Got one now.

Gotta go.


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May 24, 2006

STUCK IN IDOL

OK, no surprise, Taylor Hicks won "American Idol."

Biiiiiig deal.

Only saw a few minutes- turned it on to see the eventual winner and several other male contestants energetically performing the most horrific cover of "Don't Stop" I have EVER heard. Caught a few seconds of some bad "Brokeback" parody, a few seconds of a smug Prince, and the end, when Hicks and McPhee sang a cracked-voice bad-karaoke "I've Had The Time Of My Life" before Ryan (World's Luckiest Human) Seacrest announced the winner.

Prediction for the winner: game show host or "Access Hollywood" correspondent. Congratulations, kid!


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May 25, 2006

DILBERT VS. ISRAEL

Who knew? The guy who writes and draws "Dilbert" is a Chomskyite appeasal weasel!

Check it out here and here and here and, finally, here, where he concludes that, basically, aid to Israel is worthless. Basically, he first thought that if the U.S. were to simply stop supporting Israel, the terrorists would stop hating us and leave us alone. When it was pointed out to him that the terrorists would probably still hate and want to kill us, he amended that ("my point was...") to argue that it would appeal to the vaunted "Muslim street," and the general population of Muslim countries would love us so much that they'd turn in the terrorists (this argument's working like a charm in Iraq, ain't it?). And when that didn't fly, he challenged anyone to come up with "the reason" the U.S. should support Israel.

Um, for the fact that they're our ally, they provide us intelligence, and they're the closest thing to a democratic Western society in that region? Not good enough for Adams, who would rather give it- seriously- to Russia (which proved, of course, how loyal an ally they are many times over in the past five years) or to the homeless (because we all know that throwing money at THAT problem works! Just ask San Francisco!).

He ought to stick to rewriting the same strip over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. (Look, the Pointy-Haired Boss is an idiot! Ha ha!)


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May 26, 2006

HAPPY LONG WEEKEND

The Memorial Day weekend means the beginning of Summer almost everywhere else in North America. Here in Southern California, it's the beginning of... what? June is generally overcast, hazy, and dim enough to prompt the sobriquet "June Gloom." July and August are warm, but, really, not a lot different from now.

I miss that feeling I used to get back in New Jersey or Pennsylvania, the relief that the weather was turning warm and sunny and beachy. Back east, we'd be planning a drive to the beach, a barbecue, outdoor stuff. Out here, we'll probably do what we'd do on any other weekend- movies, shopping, hanging out. That's when I get that little twinge- hey, maybe going back East wouldn't be so bad after all.

And then I remember November through March, and that's when I remember why we moved here and why we won't go back. It's better here.


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May 27, 2006

TAKING A KNEE

Popliteal tendinitis.

Popliteal tendinitis. Popliteal tendinitis. Popliteal tendinitis.

Damn.

That's what I've been dealing with lately, leaving me limping and unable to do my usual running. This morning was spectacular- perfect temperature, perfect sun, perfect humidity, perfect everything for running- and I knew within seconds after getting out of bed that I couldn't run. I can walk, I can bend my knee all the way, I can straighten it and do anything normally except when I turn the leg at an angle or try to run on it. And this, not to put too fine a point on it, sucks.

So, this morning, while it was gloriously, perfectly Southern California gorgeous outside, I ended up on the elliptical cross-trainer at the Y, thrown off after just a half hour because some yenta was waiting for an open machine with a TV (and she ended up using it for LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES), sweating inside a cinder block dungeon.

I think I've made it clear that 2006 sucks. I've been given no evidence to contradict that opinion thus far.


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