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Saturday, November 28, 2009
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5:39 PM
by Gene
![]() Al Alberts led The Four Aces, a Philly "neighborhood" close-harmony group that made the big time singing mostly big sentimental ballads (and as the pop-cult know-it-all Will Friedwald insists, flat). But then came the doowop they led in and the rock 'n' roll juggernaut, and they were finished -- but not Al; for several decades he emceed a local talent show called Al Alberts Showcase, introducing Teddy Pendergrass and Andrea McArdle (the original Annie, now known only in Branson East's precincts), and thousands and thousands of young flat singers, and young female dance groups in too-tight tutus -- seeing them was truly an education -- and those beaming parents, ready to say "You were wonderful!" as though on some intergalactic cue; and above and beyond all the Teenieboppers, the three-year-olds dressed in formal wear as though bound and gagged, telling him stupid jokes mostly in a heavy grimace, as though they knew better, but not Al. For me the show became as watchable as C-SPAN; but his very loyal fans could count on his tunes and his heavy-duty toupee until his retirement eight years ago. As a ghetto with social pretensions our city can't turn out the talent that can make life livable any more, and this as much as the show-biz' ossification has made future Al Albertses impossible. One could celebrate it; it is far worthier to regret it.
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1:58 PM
by Gene
Who asked you? A version of this article also appears in this week's issue of Newsweek. [Link added] AS IN: The New York Times recently quoted Mark Zandi, who was one of candidate John McCain's economic advisers.... [Stale.com version] The New York Times recently quotedeconomist [SIC!] Mark Zandi, who advised candidate John McCain (and who now offers guidance to the Democrats).... [ZEITGEIST version] At what point does KAPLAN, INC. merge its three duplicative Web sites into two -- or one? DOWN WITH KAPLAN, INC.!
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1:37 PM
by Gene
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1:33 PM
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1:07 PM
by Gene
WHY ARE POP CHRISTMAS SONGS INTOLERABLE? The standard explanations won't do -- that the Christmas season's one long shopping spree, and the platitudes of the songs are the platitudes of corrupt businessmen; that they're overexposed and inescapable, especially now with FOREGROUND MUZAK. Certainly the notion of America enveloped in DOOM and GLOOM and ENNUI won't do; Tom Lehrer and Stan Freberg wrote their very sour takes on Christmas in the late fifties, before our favorite assassination. No, the best explanation is that the songs are FLAT-OUT BAD. Christ was born to provide fodder for Lawrence Welk. Consider that none of the truly top Broadway songwriters ever wrote a hit Christmas tune -- save Irving Berlin; the holiday perfectly fit a lyrical style that at its worst echoes a rhyming dictionary ("Where the treetops glisten,/And children listen,/Stand beside her,/And guide her," etc., etc., etc.). The songs also brought out the most crass in the record industry as it entered its fat years in the fifties, a time when Mitch Miller thought it cute to have Ol' Blue sing a duet with a dog. You can't think of Meredith Willson's utterly corny "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" without the cute pizzicato strings and the cute flutes and the cute xylophone and Johnny Mathis with a two-second reverb and a clothespin on his larynx. (When Willson wrote his Christmas musical Here's Love twelve years later his depleted inspiration made him re-use it, proof that the holiday does not bring out the best in musicians.) Even the very few good Christmas tunes suffer from guilt by association. Arthur Fiedler turned Leroy Anderson's "Sleigh Ride" into an exciting, bracing mini-tone poem, but everywhere else Mitchell Parish's lyrics kick in, with their fakery of farmers and pumpkin pie and Currier and Ives, and it's back to the land of hack arrangements by Ralph Carmichael and the ooohing and aaahing of the angelic chorus. "The Christmas Song" (not great, but pretty good) marks the beginning of Nat "King" Cole's transformation from a jazzman of the first rank to an automatic molasses dispenser. Elvis, who frequently performed bad songs at half-mast, was the perfect pop Christmas singer, oozing the drivel out like a particularly unctuous undertaker soothing a dead body's relative, or a relative's dead body. And let us not forget the KIDDIE TUNES written for television though it didn't yet exist, sound-alike songs like "Frosty the Snowman" (you can hear the songwriters cutting a deal on the tune) and "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," whose title character originated at a now-defunct department-store chain (Montgomery Ward). One of the great mysteries of popular music is how Haven Gillespie and J. Fred Coots survived a piece of junk like "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" to write the immortal "You Go To My Head"; by rights their next tune should have been written by Bob Merrill. (Look up the tune in ASCAP's ACE directory and you find a veritable army of the tiresome acts that buried it: the Ames Brothers, Brenda Lee, Ray Conniff, Liberace, Guy Lombardo, the Mills Brothers -- and yes, I include Bruce.) While it is true that familiarity breeds contempt, the contempt starts early when those familiar notes in your brain are so contemptible. P. S. There are exceptions: something like "The Chipmunks' Christmas Song" is cheesy, but nostalgic fun. And I have a weakness for Sing Along's seminal renditions (can I type for Stale.com or what?) as The Gang knew perfectly just how corny it was, and didn't try to escape it. But when ACTS must add MELISMAS to the "traditional" songs they ensure they're unlistenable too. P. P. S. I wasn't quite right about "the top Broadway songwriters"; I should have mentioned the superb Jule Styne, who alas with the equally superb Sammy Cahn wrote two top $MA$ nuisances, but the first came before Styne went to Broadway, and the second went to Ol' Blue, with no thought of it being a nuisance.
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10:38 AM
by Gene
P. S. Of course it's possible this is but as manifestation of the kind of glorified blackmail to which the rich and famous are prone, and possibly TGM is innocent. But people have professed to be "shocked" too often about our superiors, who are frequently as superior as the things that crawl under rocks. Even if this is just a baseless rumor that got too well circulated it's hard to work up sympathy for the victim as our superiors have lots of things we peons don't. How many people go to TMZ.com and need a shower afterwards? It was one thing when it broke WACKO'S death, but too often it's -- another.
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10:37 AM
by Gene
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10:32 AM
by Gene
![]() Wait a second, MB2, if your fellow Richie Riches are busy buying presents for Christmas where poor people aren't, doesn't that mean TRICKLE-DOWN, which boosts the economy, which -- Oh, never mind. Friday, November 27, 2009
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11:49 AM
by Gene
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11:43 AM
by Gene
TRANSLATION: It's official: THE GREATEST ACTOR TURNED DIRECTOR EVER does NOT make movies for the public. Bottom Line: A temperate, evenhanded perhaps overly timid film about an intemperate time in South Africa. TRANSLATION: And how many of his other masterworks are overrated?
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11:22 AM
by Gene
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10:33 AM
by Gene
Iran tells 25 countries to go mothball themselves.
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12:33 AM
by Gene
Ah, the best-laid plans of mice and AD COPYWRITERS.... Thursday, November 26, 2009
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7:52 PM
by Gene
![]() You can sex it up with starchitects and sprinkle on some perfume and dress it in a diamond bracelet, but public housing will always look like public housing.
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7:27 PM
by Gene
![]() And today is November 27, on both coasts. How apt. ![]() And will you knock it off, Einsteins?
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6:50 PM
by Gene
Iran seizes Nobel peace prize winner's medal To use the worn out Web cliché, nothing to see here.
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6:38 PM
by Gene
And another thing, Mike: Whoever designed your site probably knows as much of good usable design as SLIME. As in -- try scrolling down for older stories. Maybe your computer won't seize up. Mine does. "Adjusting" the settings does no good. And this time from the Merry Morons of Mountain View: ![]() Oh, shut up.
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2:50 PM
by Gene
(Via the usual AHTSJournal)
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1:58 PM
by Gene
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1:40 PM
by Gene
DOWN WITH KAPLAN, INC.!
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11:06 AM
by Gene
Count on the world capital of bad architecture and unneeded developments to throw the world economy for a loop.
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11:04 AM
by Gene
We celebrate NATIONAL AIRPLANE CRAMMING, TURKEY GORGING, FOOTBALL GAZING AND BANGING DOWN THE STORES' DOORS AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT DAY because 144 years ago some president issued a proclamation. That we haven't the foggiest idea why a president would issue such a proclamation makes it easier to gorge on the turkey and camp out at Wal-Mart. Indeed if we had the least idea why a certain president issued this proclamation we might not see this day as just another justification for mindless spending and family arguments. We can so easily forget our great traditions' antecedents because they mean virtually nothing to us. Christmas ceased to have a connection with anything religious decades ago, and the similar justification to this day -- some folks in funny clothes with funny guns colliding with a rock someplace -- would seem laughable except it had something to do with us becoming the Superman of nations. Inevitably we would forget past struggles; The "Good" War was so increasingly long ago it may have happened on another planet. But we're so blind to the past now that when it comes history's time to repeat itself we'll just do as Dubya does, flail, make a platitude, and hope the people mindlessly spending can save us. We could do worse than humble ourselves to God, as Lincoln did, and hope He is still prepared to save our nation, as unworthy as we've more often become of it. Our only updates would be to substitute "146" for "144", "His Omnipotence" for "Dubya", and "the government" for "the people". P. S. at 7:50 p. m. We just scanned your listicle, Hank. 1. It's stupid. 2. Why does the URL say "15-reasons" when you only list 12? Or was your intern bored too?
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10:57 AM
by Gene
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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4:32 PM
by Gene
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12:04 PM
by Gene
Remarkably, the broadcast offered not a single international story. Afghanistan, Iraq, Pakistan, China, the world economy—all took a back seat to Oprah, Twilight, Tim Russert, Santa, and Zoo TV. The broadcast seemed almost a Saturday Night Live parody. Sadly, this is what the network news in America has become: parochial, sentimental, self-absorbed. We deserve better. Well, if Brian's doing SNL parodies he's learned from the SOURCE. And isn't 30 Rock the GREATEST SITCOM EVER?
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10:29 AM
by Gene
(Via MICHAEL, who would be very fascinated) Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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9:17 PM
by Gene
(Via the usual AHTSJournal)
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11:21 AM
by Gene
This is but a new take on EDUCATIONANDHEALTHCARE, it means burning more tax dollars, and it won't prevent our cities' vast wastelands from getting vaster. When will the RENDELLISTS learn -- you can't replace the working class with self-proclaimed EGGHEADS! Seoul's Digital Media City is one of the most grandiose efforts at nurturing a creative community. Today the new district along the Han River doesn't yet look much like other Asian boomtowns. It consists of only a few dozen modern offices housing 230 companies and apartment towers lining broad avenues. Over time, Seoul officials envision Digital Media City swelling into a Hollywood of sorts for everything from cultural programming to electronic games and interactive workplace software. Already, for instance, creators of experimental video can project their digital images onto four huge screens on building exteriors. "120,000 workers and 2,000 companies by 2015" making VIDEOS?!?!?
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10:31 AM
by Gene
Its centerpiece resort is 61-story Aria (so named because arias are focal points in operas).... Honest, GanNETtoids, we wouldn't know these things without you! ![]() A NEUHARTHISM OF THE WEEK AWARD TO KITTY BEAN!
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10:04 AM
by Gene
You sure, Your Omnipotence? Don't do too much nail-biting or you won't have any fingers.
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9:53 AM
by Gene
Monday, November 23, 2009
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11:42 PM
by Gene
Royko? Where's MENCK?
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10:51 PM
by Gene
In a way the Os-CARS® are worse because where soccer can at least claim millions of devoted tire burners whose thuggery is understandable that precious award show instead has the kind of overly devoted minuscule self-loving claque that follows musicals, but that tends to congregate where too many people can notice (i.e., the pop-cult precincts of the Web), and in a way that tests one's patience far more than rioting (i.e., their silly whiny ironic sarcasm, the stock of the pop-cult trade). The Os-CARS® and musicals underline what's wrong with our culture: while musicals were once highly popular, and the Os-CARS®, for all their faults, tried once to honor films that were genuinely good and popular, now both are mere platforms for a certain kind of upscale fan preening. Really, who cares about the new musical director? or what went on at a SAG screening? They will deny it but these devotees have lots in common with the NASCAR® fans with their shrines for Number 3, or the Crimson Tide fans who paint their homes red, only -- and this is where they're worse -- they celebrate AHT. In short, they're Rocco Landesman, and they're proud of it. We can laugh at the soccer maniacs and the Os-CAR® maniacs, but with both, a screw is loose. (NYT link via Marty)
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5:59 PM
by Gene
Why not some SECOND STIMULUS money? BwahahahahaHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
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5:57 PM
by Gene
Evidently Very Littler is thinking. He can think?
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11:19 AM
by Gene
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11:13 AM
by Gene
This is not an if, this is a when; and "leaders" like His Omnipotence will help get it ratified with their good intentions. (Via Jeffrey Goldberg)
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11:02 AM
by Gene
It's a shame. Once Amazon was an author's best friend: Now, it's an enterprise that undercuts a writer's sales almost instantly by offering second-hand copies along with new ones, and allows an army of trolls to attack, apparently completely unmoderated. We're sympathetic on the trolls -- although we haven't found too many in our experience, and we've perused thousands of items. But try getting a company as huge as Amazon.com to employ moderators. And as to the first point -- aren't you conservatives all for the genius of the marketplace?
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10:54 AM
by Gene
One hates to take such things seriously when the motto of our age is "Any publicity is good publicity." It is a shame though that SUMNER had nothing to do with this ad because we'd have learned who sponsored it.
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10:30 AM
by Gene
Needless to say the licensing king Bye Bye Birdie is doing well on Branson East despite rotten reviews -- and it has a decent score.
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10:03 AM
by Gene
Partial correction at 3:15 p. m. Northeastern was in the Football Championship Subdivision (the former Division I-AA -- now that's a mouthful), which has a playoff, but as unlikely teams like Rutgers and Temple show, one can dream the dreams -- of playing in the San Diego County Credit Union Poinsettia Bowl or the Meineke Car Care Bowl.
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9:37 AM
by Gene
Didn't Jesus say something about money changers? The only thing Wall Street is missing is a golden calf. It already has its bull. How apt this nonsense appears on a day a Fed high-mucky-muck tells the dealers a soothing fairy tale, and puts the SECOND MASSACRE RALLY back on track.
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9:02 AM
by Gene
And who in his right mind believes we can go on bequeathing ourselves big boxes of benefit candy without a long-term stomach ache?
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8:31 AM
by Gene
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12:03 AM
by Gene
Sunday, November 22, 2009
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11:50 PM
by Gene
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11:41 PM
by Gene
And why can't we have a movie with a real Sophia Loren instead of one of WOODSTER THE PERV's girlfriends?
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11:40 PM
by Gene
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8:03 PM
by Gene
The attorney general says, fine with m...they'll be sentenced to...they'll be SENTENCED!
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11:39 AM
by Gene
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10:49 AM
by Gene
![]() Okay SUPERNIKKI!!!!!!!!!!, SHARON!!!!!!!!!!, PAUL DRECK!!!!!!!!!!, DAVID "NON" GERMAIN!!!!!!!!!!, why is this GOOD NEWS? We've had outbreaks of screaming meemies before; we dismiss that. But we know in the movee excretion biz you have to spend money to make money -- so much of it you can't make money. How much did your beloved Summit spend on MARKETING? (The money the movee excreters have saved on prints is no doubt going to MORE MARKETING.) You've mentioned THE GREATEST COMIC BOOK FILM EVER -- how much money did that make PEOPLE WARNER? That didn't prevent its stock from pancaking, or the idiot MR. BEWKES from waving his arms frantically and spinning off half the company. You've also mentioned QUANTUM OF CALCULUS, or whatever the name of that movee was. Remember? That made umpteen gazillions -- and now UNITED ARTISTS faces bankruptcy, and the morons who hold its debt (sorry to cite SUPERNIKKI!!!!!!!!!! again) may not get half their money back. A lot of good that did. Or you may be thinking of You Wanna Be a Terrorist? That's sold umpteen gazillion copies -- and the videogame biz is still in free-fall. We can hear you in sycophantic unison: look at all the people who came out for this. We note -- and we suspect not for the first time -- that movee attendance has been virtually flat since 1960, and without your typical self-serving spin you know what that means -- in per-capita terms it's SHARPLY DECLINED. Now PAUL DRECK!!!!!!!!!!, we know you've been rehearsing that $10 BILLION!!!!!!!!!! gag for several years, but the B. O. would not have gotten there without inflation -- or this year without 3D SURCHARGES. We'd wager attendance is AT BEST FLAT. And to top it off, everyone who is not a teenage girl agrees your record-setter is a great big piece of bovine leavings. I want a long loud chorus, folks -- why is this GOOD NEWS?
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