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June 10, 2007

G'NIGHT, TONY (PLUS REVISIONIST HISTORY)

The first critic to write about how brilliant the ending of the last episode of "The Sopranos" was should be summarily flogged.

Although I have to hand it to David Chase for the most spectacular F-you ever given to fans of a show- he ended it by, um, not ending it. He built tension and then copped out by cutting to black. How does it all end? It doesn't. Nothing. (A lot of people on the Net seem to assume that the cut to black is Tony's death- that it's what he would be perceiving. That would only work, though, if the show was seen from Tony's perspective, but it wasn't)

But Phil Leotardo's demise and the cat stuff were good.

And we have our Sundays back.

LATER: Larry gets the flogging, except he does make some sense, so I take back the flogging guarantee. But the "lights out" explanation seems to be the one carrying the day, and in the light of a few hours' consideration it's more reasonable as an ending. It robs us of our ability to see Tony's brains splattered in the onion rings, though.


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SO FLOG ME, TOO

It's a few hours later, and I'll have to give David Chase credit- I can't stop thinking about two things:

1. The ending, and

2. Goddamn "Can't Stop Believing."

Larry's right- a traditional ending wouldn't have been right, and the way it ended is one that'll be more memorable than a regular plot wrapup. I say that because it's still replaying in my mind, I'm way overdue to be sleeping, and I imagine it'll be there for a long time.

Other than, say, "Newhart," I can't think of a series finale that had this effect on me. Or maybe I'm just over-exhausted from the flight this morning and work all day. Either way, as frustrating as it was, damned if it isn't working.


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June 11, 2007

STACKS OF WACKS, VOL. 1: THE OBSCURE CHARITY RECORD

I have several shelves of old 45 rpm records. Kids, these were 7 inch flat circles of vinyl that played individual songs. Yes, like MP3s, except on, like, physical discs. Anyway, I've had them there for years, and I don't think I've so much as looked at them since before we moved to California- they've moved from town to town with us, and they were amassed in both Fran and my years working in radio, which ment that we ended up with boxes and boxes of freebies, most to which we never even bothered to listen, because we thought they stank even then. But you start to get stacks and stacks of them, and insted of weeding them out you just pack 'em all and move 'em, which is how we amassed a pile of some of the most obscure and worthless crap ever committed to vinyl.

And that's how we arrive at a new series: Crap On 45, scans of records and sleeves you won't find anywhere else, because nobody would want to remember them.

Today's steamer: Ferry Aid's cover of "Let it Be," from 1987:

Doing it for charity doesn't justify bad music. Assembling a gaggle of stars and lesser lights doesn't guarantee quality. This record hit number one on the UK charts in 1987, helped by the Sun's campaigh to sell it to raise funds for the paper's charity for the victims of the Zeebrugge ferry disaster on March 6, 1987. Just look at the luminaries who appered on this record:

Okay, it's too small to read. You recognize Sir Paul McCartney, and Boy George and Kate Bush and Mark Knopfler, too. Others on the list you'll remember with varying degrees of fondness and revulsion: the Alarm, Rick Astley, Bananarama, Bucks Fizz (!), Difford and Tilbrook of Squeeze, Frankie Goes to Hollywood (!!), Go West, Nik Kershaw, Mel and Kim, Gary Moore (!), the New Seekers (?), Suzi Quatro, DJ Mike Read, Edwin Starr, Bonnie Tyler, and Kim Wilde. Others, well, I don't remember who Debee Ashby or Al Ashton or Jay Carly or Roy Gayle were. There are a LOT of those on the list.

I have it. Picture sleeve, slightly wrinkled and torn in one corner, never played.

And speaking of charity records, I have no idea why I have this:

What was it? An anti-drug song, of course. And the "T. Reid" listed as co-writer is none other than Venus Flytrap himself, "WKRP in Cincinnati"'s Tim Reid.

I've never played it, but you can see it here. I don't think it stopped any madness, actually.

There will be more of this. I'm giving you fair warning.


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June 12, 2007

STACKS OF WACKS, VOL. 2: SORRY, CAN'T PLACE YOU. HAVE WE MET?

We have a couple of mystery records in the crap pile today, a couple of singles I just couldn't place. I didn't know what kind of music they are, I don't know the songs, I had nothing. This one's "John Wayne" by something called Zuma II, and this side's the "Ollie North Mix":

Who was Zuma II? Still not sure, but the leader was a fellow named Richard Gibbs, and I was able to find him fairly easily here. He does movie/TV music now, but he was in Oingo Boingo before striking out on his own with this band (one album) and then as a session guy. I've never heard the song. I doubt I want to.

Nor do I want to hear this:

Jimmy Lifton? "Touching You At Night"? The "Sensual Mix"? Eeewwwww. I KNOW I don't want to hear this one. But, again, the guy wasn't hard to find: he's here, producing movies you've never seen, composing, still in the biz.

You change offices, you throw everything (which, in radio, includes tons of promotional records and CDs) in boxes and go. You move, everything goes in more boxes and you go. You do it for years, then you discover that you have Zuma II and Jimmy Lifton records. At least, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.


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June 13, 2007

STACKS OF WACKS, VOL. 3: MYSTERY DANCE

Damned if I know what this one is all about:

I know what Fraternity Records was and is. "Gary Forrester and Clear Cut," on the other hand, is a mystery. This is a single from 1988, and the postcard that came inserted in the sleeve looked like this:

Memo to the folks presently at WJLK- sorry, and you're welcome to have your record back.

The A-side is "The Freedom Wall," and the B-side is "A Stranger In the Night," but not THAT "Stranger In the Night." Both songs are listed as having been written and produced by Gary Forrester and Tom Spirk. I Googled them. Tom Spirk- nothing. Gary Forrester... well, I'm not sure. If this is the guy, he's a lawyer, writer, and bluegrass musician, but there's absolutely no mention of "Clear Cut" or these songs, so I don't know if this is the guy.

But in 1988, someone thought this was worth committing to vinyl. There's a good chance you won't find this record anywhere. But because one pack rat accidentally took it with him when he left WJLK and it managed to hide in a stack of 45s for almost 20 years, here it is. I wonder where Gary is now.


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June 14, 2007

THIS WEEK'S "THE LETTER": GET A JOB

Don't know when this week's All Access newsletter will actually get into the mail- the folks who do that are shorthanded today- but here's a preview:

I was talking to a friend at that talk radio convention last weekend when he asked me if I'd noticed something.

"Noticed what?"

"Nobody's here."

I looked around the room. It looked reasonably busy. "What do you..."

"The jobseekers. They're not here this year."

And he was right. In past years, you'd see a sizeable number of people looking for work- pros and wannabes, the confident and the desperate. This year, it seemed like they weren't around.

Where did everyone go? I know for sure that there's a long list- getting, sadly, longer- of talent looking for work. But they weren't around this year, they weren't buttonholing PDs and syndicators in the lobby, they weren't pressing business cards and CDs into the hands of anyone who paused near them. What happened?

I wonder if some of them have given up. I've heard that from some of the folks who have gotten tired of waiting for that elusive opening in the syndication-saturated lineup of some station or another. I've heard it, too, from people who are employed but want to move up in market size, daypart, or salary- they're ready to throw in the towel, hang 'em up, go do something else. And it's a shame, because these are good, talented people who love radio, who have it in their blood, but they just don't feel like fighting the tide anymore.

Meanwhile, I hear a different story from PDs. They'll tell me that they aren't finding a lot of developing talent out there. They say that the farm system is depleted, that the changeover of smaller market talk radio to all-syndicated, turnkey-automated radio has left them having to look outside the business for talent, and that doing so is way more chancy because, well, everyone THINKS they can do this but, as you know better than anyone, it isn't as easy as it looks.

So, what advice can I give to the jobseekers who are giving up, and the PDs who can't find the right talent? Let's see... first, for the jobseekers: persistence pays. Networking, as I've told you before, pays, too. Do not give up because 100 attempts to get a job have failed. Don't stop knocking on the door. Don't stop calling unless you're told to stop (and threatened with a restraining order). And don't assume that just because you've mailed and e-mailed and FedExed your stuff to a PD, he or she's seen or heard it. Keep trying. Send the stuff to stations you know have openings and stations that don't. You never know when something might open up. And if there were PDs complaining that they can't find the right talent out there at this convention, perhaps you should have been there to present yourself as the solution to that problem. (You may not be what they're looking for, but if you don't make an effort, you'll never know)

Besides, just when you think you're out, they pull you back in. You can't escape. The longer you try to stay away, the more likely you'll end up doing 20 minutes on the immigration bill into the drive-thru order mic at Whataburger.

Next, for the PDs: looking at nontraditional sources for talent is hard. It takes a lot of work and a lot of trial and error. You may need to try out or otherwise check out every TV news anchor, newspaper columnist, podcaster, blogger, and bartender in the market. And you may need to actually listen to every single one of those CDs and MP3s that have piled up on your desk and in your e-mail box over the years. It will take a ton of direction and coaching. It is hard. But that's what you do. And I'll remind you that some of the most successful names in the talk show genre started out as, among other things, top 40 jocks, hot dog joint proprietors, tin knockers, lawyers, sportswriters, prank callers, and, of course, disgraced politicians. It may take a long search to find what you're looking for... which is why, if you DON'T have an opening right now, it's the perfect time to start looking. Ask the Imus stations what happens when you don't have a Plan B in place.

Summary: For talent, there are fewer opportunities. For PDs, the obvious pool of talent is smaller. For everyone, keep trying. However exhausting or discouraging it may be at times, persistence is the key.

And if you're currently on the air (watch how deftly I segue into the plug), the key is show prep, and the key to show prep (here it comes) is Talk Topics at All Access News-Talk-Sports (there it is), which so far this week features items on Bob Barker's mic, a really stupid world record, how Britney Spears is helping out all of the world's amateur comedians, how cell phone video and YouTube have encouraged questionable social interaction, a 37 year old cat, the rise of the fake wedding cake, why "Sir Clowns-a-Lot" isn't happy with his teachers, a guy who got arrested for DUI twice within five hours, the trouble with "reform math," why most workers commute alone, why some people sue over roaches in coffee while others enjoy lollipops with insects embedded within, the side effect that will probably keep a weight-loss drug from being approved for America, the bomb scare at my very own high school alma mater, how to prepare your dog for July 4, a town that banned saggy pants, Mario Impemba vs. full disclosure, Paris Hilton, the Sopranos, Paris Hilton, the election, Paris Hilton, Gaza, Paris Hilton, and, especially, Paris Hilton. Also in the N-T-S section: "10 Questions With..." comic, syndicated host, and extremely outspoken labor advocate Jackie Guerra, and the Talent Toolkit with some unusual sites about father stuff in time for Father's Day. And over in Net News, you'll find the radio industry's best, fastest, and most complete coverage- why wait until tomorrow for part of the news when you can get all of the news right now at All Access? Plus, the Industry Directory, managed by the King of Information, Paul Cartellone, lets you find everyone in the business, the Mediabase charts tell you who's playing what, and you'll find Arbitron numbers and message boards and more, all for free.

By the way, whatever I learned about hard work and persistence came from the example set by my father. He's no longer with us, but Sunday will be another opportunity to remember his love and wisdom and inspiration. And if your dad is still around and showed you the way, too, make sure you honor him on Father's Day and every day. That's what unlimited cell phone long distance is for.

To all fathers everywhere, have a great Father's Day.


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June 15, 2007

BUT JULIUS LA ROSA LIVES ON

Well, yeah, actually, I do. Thanks for the tip, Artie.

It's amazing that you can be so famous that your name need appear nowhere in an ad and everyone will know who you are, yet within the lifetime of some of the people who see that ad, you'll sink into obscurity, not forgotten by your fans but just not known by later generations. How many people under the age of about 40 would recognize that face?

Fame is indeed fleeting, but my head hurts too much to talk much more about it.


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June 16, 2007

BOB VILA SAID THERE'D BE DAYS LIKE THIS

Today's project: replace the bulbs in the ceiling fixtures in the living room (high ceiling) and install towel racks.

Stage one: Go up and get bulb out of fixture so I know what to buy. Ladder is frighteningly wobbly. Steady myself against ceiling beam, pray, get bulb. Climb down. Thank God for safety. Place bulb aside.

Stage two: Mark off where holes need to go for hand towel rack. Read instructions: 5/16 drill bit needed. Look for 5/16 drill bit, purchased a couple of months ago. Fail to locate it.

Stage three: Drive to Lowe's, purchase drill bit and bulbs.

Stage four: Climb ladder, pray, manage to replace bulbs without falling. Thank God again.

Stage five: Put battery in drill, put drill bit in drill, drill hole, watch part of wall crumble. Realize that paint masked particularly good wall patch. Powdered wall patch everywhere. Curse.

Stage six: Drill holes safely above patch area. Drill begins to run down. Wasn't battery charged? Apparently not. Break out manual tools, install towel bar. Sweat profusely.

Stage seven: Vacuum up powdered wall, resolve to head back to Lowe's tomorrow for more patch, check to see if we still have Honolulu Blue paint. Find can, note presence of remaining paint, sigh with relief.

Stage eight: Shower.

So, you think this has some potential for an HGTV show?


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