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January 14, 2007

SUNDAY, MONDAY...

From January 15, 1974:

The debut. Note Fonzie's cloth coat, before the network relented and allowed him to wear (brown!) leather. (ABC must have had a good feeling about the show, considering the full-page ad; two days before, the Super Bowl didn't even rate a single ad. But, then again, back in those years, the Super Bowl had a half-hour pre-game show and that's it)

THe early episodes of "Happy Days" were the best, before the show devolved into a catchphrase-and-ham-acting festival. In fact, the early episodes were low-key, wistful, not terribly funny but not meant to be a laff riot. Fonzie, despite the coat, was still slightly menacing, Potsie not yet defined as stupid, Ralph not the wanna-be comedian. Richie still had a brother, Chachi didnt exist, and Ted McGinley wasn't anywhere in sight. There was no hint that the show would be home to a screeching laugh track, Leather Tuscadero, and "Big Al." It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad.

Of course, the catchphrases and broad characters are what made it huge. Doesn't mean I have to like it.

It's kinda surprising that the show was a mid-season replacement, debuting two days after the Super Bowl, but that's what it was, a spinoff of a "Love, American Style" segment. Every once in a while, I still see it on TV Land or WGN, and, for the most part, it's hard to imagine that it was all that popular (especially in the later, Richie's-off-in-Greenland years). But back then, it was what we watched.

On the other hand, all that was on against it was "Adam-12" and "Maude." What choice did we have?


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January 15, 2007

"24": FALL DOWN GO BOOM

Yeah, we saw tonight's "24" early. We've seen, um, "the scene."

SPOILER ALERT: STOP RIGHT HERE IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET AND INTEND TO SEE IT.
























I SAID, IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET, STOP, WATCH IT, THEN COME BACK!




















REALLY! I'M SERIOUS!


























AH, WHATEVER. DO WHAT YOU WANT.




Okay, still here? You might say we've come a long way when what caused mass protest and consternation when ABC aired "The Day After" in 1983 is just a part of a regular, popular TV show 24 years later. Or you can have the same reaction that I did: it's fiction. The mushroom cloud over Newhall doesn't even look remotely real. Is a nuclear explosion a possibility? Of course. But we can be thankful that Newhall is, last I checked, still intact. Santa Clarita and Stevenson Ranch are OK as well. Jack Bauer is a fictional character, and so is Chloe O'Brien and so are the terrorists who went nuclear and are promising four more. I'm pretty sure most folks with a functioning brain can figure that out on their own.

Or maybe not. ABC News has this report that posits how the show's depiction of terrorists gone nuclear is somehow a problem that critics are saying could cause the public to lose perspective and, I don't know, look for Middle Eastern people to lynch. But when you actually read the article further, ABC's deep investigation of the "controversy" found a grand total of one guy, a left-leaning college professor, who has a problem with the show.

One guy.

What's the problem, then?

Oh, right, "24" is not on ABC.

Anyway, I kinda liked the first four hours of this season. Yeah, there were plenty of preachy moments involving the government's overzealous actions against citizens, but they were counterbalanced by the inclusion of the fact that, well, there are terrorists among the public (including Kumar, who must have been converted to terrorism after seeing Neil Patrick Harris act butch at the Cherry Hill White Castle) and they do want to kill us. Jack's killing folks left and right (including a friend who, well, he had to kill but who wasn't necessarily wrong), Chloe's still snippy, President Wayne Palmer's not as presidential as he needs to be, Peter MacNicol's new character is a little too cartoon-slimy, Buchanan is a steady leader at CTU and married to Karen Hayes (which means he's guaranteed not to survive the season), Dr. Bashir from DS9 does a good job as a cooperative terrorist of questionable motives, and you can still sometimes figure out who's going to die by seeing who's listed as a "guest star" and who's listed in the main cast.

Hooked again. Damn you, Fox.


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January 16, 2007

ENJOYING THE STATIC

I've been listening to some of the old Jean Shepherd tapes lately- there's a podcast that serves up a ton of old shows that you can find on iTunes by searching the podcast directory for "The Brass Figlagee"- and the ones I keep going back to are, oddly enough, the oldest, from January 1953, when he was finishing up a brief run at KYW in Philadelphia. He was in Philly for just a couple of years, between stints in Cincinnati and a few years before his fateful move to WOR in New York, where the Jean Shepherd of legend became a nightly fixture. At KYW, Shep did a late-night show live from the Penn Sheraton Hotel at 39th and Chestnut (picture here), and it was like a prototype for the more familiar WOR shows, but that's not what's most fascinating to me, even though it IS interesting (he goes on at length about the old days of radio, too- also cool, also not what grabs my attention). What's most interesting to me is this: the tapes were obviously recorded some distance from Philadelphia, live over the air, and there's static and the signal fades, but there's also the sound of splash from other stations, and at times you can almost make out a tune, a voice, some identifying sounds.

That's what interests me- those other stations. What were they? Maybe New York or Toronto on 1050, or some other station closer to wherever the recording was made? What was that song? Who was that voice? I want to know, because while the tape of Shep is not only the oldest show tape in existence from his early days on the radio, the sounds from the other stations may very well be the only remaining evidence of the programming of those other stations, too, and that's where my imagination kicks in. Most non-network radio shows went out over the air and ceased to exist in those days. Few shows were taped, fewer kept. And those moments of other stations fading over KYW- could those be someone's father or grandfather, a voice unheard for many decades, the last, the only example of that person's voice?

On the "CSI" shows, there's always a sound and video tech in the lab who can isolate and amplify sounds from a taped cacophony and pull up a clear, unmistakeable sound. In real life, it's a lot harder to do. I'd love to take the KYW shows and see what else was in the ether while Shep was doing his show on a stage in the Penn Sheraton's Town Room. There really isn't much local radio remaining to hear from those days.

Well, almost. You can always go to ReelRadio.com and check out clips like this one from a 1952 Bob and Ray WNBC special about the station's first 30 years. On the same page, there's Alan Freed on WINS in 1955, and elsewhere on the site you'll find Freed at WJW in 1954, Dewey Phillips on WHBQ in 1955, a bunch of clips from St. Louis in 1955... no, they don't make 'em like that anymore. And, if you're like me, it leaves you wanting to hear more. I'm grateful for what's out there, but it just makes me want to know what else was on at the same time.


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January 17, 2007

THE MANY MOODS OF HUGH JOHNSON

I'm busy and not in the mood to write any more than I have to, so, from Lawton, OK-Wichita Falls, TX, circa 1975, ladies and gentlemen, I give you the improbably named news anchor...

Hugh Johnson!

That's some Hugh Johnson. I imagine that Hugh G. Rection was working in Dallas by then.

Dude rocked a hell of a suit there, too. You could walk out the door in that suit with that tie in 1975 and you looked only marginally more ridiculous than anyone else. Remember, people were wearing powder blue polyester leisure suits and Qiana shirts back then.

Plus, I prefer my news delivered by dour middle-aged guys giving me the evil eye.


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January 18, 2007

HITTING HOME

Tragic news in the papers doesn't really hit you until someone you know is involved.

I saw a story about a woman killed in an attack by al Qaeda insurgents on a convoy in Baghdad, and the name of the deceased was familiar. Too familiar.

Andi Parhamovich was a spokesperson for Air America Radio, and in my dealings with her, she was unfailingly responsive, helpful, and honest, even as the network was going through trying times and the management was less than forthcoming. And then, last Fall, she quit. When she let me know she'd be leaving, I asked her where she was going, and she told me that she was going to work for a democracy-building organization in Iraq. She was excited about it. After filling her in on Fran's progress, I wished her all the best, and that was the last exchange I had with Andi.

And now, she's gone. She wasn't there to fight. She wasn't there to hurt anybody. She was there to help, and now, she's gone.

Damn, damn, damn. It feels like a stomach punch.

I didn't know Andi beyond phone and e-mail conversations, but I still feel sick right now. War is an abstraction until someone you know is in it. No matter whether you support or reject the war, there's that human cost, reminding us that life, and death, and war are all horribly, extremely, tragically unfair.

Thanks, Andi. May you find peace wherever you go.


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January 19, 2007

THIS WEEK'S "THE LETTER": SELLING YOURSELF

This week's All Access newsletter was inspired, in part, by going onto the web to get some information about a show and finding nothing. What, you don't want anyone to know you exist?:

Yeah, I know it's late again. I spent several hours trying to find some inspiration, several more writing a long piece about that Sacramento water-retention contest disaster, about 30 seconds deciding that I wasn't saying anything you didn't already know, and finally gave up and moved on to write up some news items for the Net News section. And it was while looking for background information on some shows that something dawned on me.

I've heard a lot of complaints over the years from hosts who feel that their stations don't give them adequate publicity. It'll be along the lines of "they promised a billboard campaign!" or "they were supposed to do a direct mailer, but it got cut from the budget." Then there's the one about "they're doing a generic station billboard, but they never mention me!" And so on, all offered as a reason the ratings aren't where they should be.

Yet when I go on the Web and look for information about some of these hosts, there's... nothing. Maybe I'll find a crappy, rudimentary bio on the station web site. That's about it. The number of hosts with web sites or blogs that are regularly updated and worth a damn is dwarfed by the number of hosts that don't bother.

Listen, if you're looking for your station to spend money and time (but especially money) to promote you, you're looking in the wrong direction. But unlike, say, fifteen years ago, you can now do it yourself. You know that your listeners go to the Web for information. You know that they Google everything. You have no excuse not to make sure that when they do that about you, there's something interesting and fresh and new waiting for them. A blog costs nothing, or next to nothing if you get all fancy. It takes only a few minutes to post a few thoughts, a link or two, maybe a picture from the day's show.

Think of it this way: you're not just a radio host anymore. The media world has moved beyond that. You can and should be generating more than just radio content. Look, we have no idea exactly what the future of the industry will be, so why limit yourself? And in doing things like writing or posting videos on YouTube or creating podcasts or offering listeners more than just your radio show, you're developing your brand and developing a fan community. And if someone like Dane Cook can take a freakin' MySpace page and build a massive career from it without actually having to be even remotely funny, well, the sky's the limit for you, isn't it?

But you have to take control of this- don't leave it to your station's promotion department, because a) all you'll get is a standard bio page in the Official Corporate Web Site Template, and b) if you get fired- and this IS radio, so you WILL run into that at one point or another- your web site will go poof, and someone who wants to look you up and maybe even hire you will get nothing but "404- Page Not Found." Plus, they'll get the sales department involved, and that'll delay everything and cause more trouble than it's worth.

(Yes, I do practice what I preach- pmsimon.com. It's a way for my readers to discover that I am not merely "that radio guy" or "the All Access guy" or "the guy who writes that e-mail thing I have to delete every week" but also have a peculiar and somewhat unsettling interest in old TV Guide ads and yearbooks from defunct sports franchises, plus it's where old "The Letter"s go for future generations to ignore. Fun for the whole family)

One of the first to recognize the value of the web was, of course, All Access Music Group, and now it's the biggest radio trade of all. And it wasn't long after All Access started up that we began to serve up the rich creamy show prep goodness that is the Talk Topics column, where to this day you'll find a large assortment of topics, stories, links, and stupid comments which will help you get your show together. So far this week, you'll find stories about Hugh Hefner's next child, what to do when you're surrounded by obnoxious jerks, the trouble with Ted Nugent's t-shirt, a unique way to combat homelessness, another reason prescription drugs cost so much, the controversy over the exploding cell phone that may not have exploded after all, a truly disgusting recipe for meatballs (the word "liposuction" should never appear in ANY recipe), a courtroom drama over whether dog feces are "free speech," the horror of the Kevin Federline Super Bowl commercial, why the Big Bopper's su ddenly back in the news, and snow in Malibu, plus "real news" like Chinese missiles and gas price drops and Marty Schottenheimer's refusal to go away. In the very same News-Talk-Sports section, you'll also find "10 Questions With..." Hay House Radio producer/host Diane Ray, who has some interesting things to say about what it's like to work at an online network after years in "regular" radio, plus the Talent Toolkit with sites all about privacy (and why yours is in danger); then, check out the rest of All Access with the industry's best/fastest/most accurate news coverage, the Industry Directory, ratings, Mediabase charts, columns, and everything else you need to know about the radio and music businesses, all free.

One more thing: I want to just send my condolences to the family and friends of Andi Parhamovich, who was one of Air America Radio's spokespeople and a friend of All Access before she left to join a civilian organization working to help develop democracy in Iraq, where she died when her convoy was ambushed by insurgents earlier this week. She went to Iraq because she was all about making the world a better place. She did.


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January 20, 2007

WHY I GOT NUTHIN' FOR YOU TONIGHT

We were out all day, and it was while in the Valley this evening looking at all the people out for dinner on Ventura Boulevard that I realized I was in an unaccustomed situation- that is, I was out of the house on a Saturday night. Why, Saturday nights are for watching TV and going to bed early! What was I thinking?

But I'm safely back at the house and it's 11 pm, so I'd better head for bed, lest I turn into more of a pumpkin than I already am. Back to the usual hermit lifestyle and general misanthropy tomorrow.


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