Less than three hours ago, I asked here if someone could recommend a piece of software I need. Several folks, the first of whom was Steve Billnitzer, suggested dbpoweramp Music Converter. I'm using it now and it seems like exactly what I need, especially since I downloaded some extra codecs. Thanks, all.
Manhattan Mostel
In the past here, I've plugged the heck out of Zero Hour, a one-man show in which the one man is my buddy Jim Brochu playing Zero Mostel. A great evening in the theater. If you're in New York between November 14 and the end of January 2010, you have a chance to see it. See it.
Public Appeal
I'm looking for a piece of PC software that can do the following. You specify a directory and it goes through that directory (and maybe any sub-directories) and automatically converts all the .m4a and .wma files to .mp3 files.
I saw something of the sort a while ago but foolishly did not obtain it then. I can't find it or anything like it now. Anyone here have a thought?
No Respect
The schedule of programs on the C-Span website is always a mess. It's a great batch of channels but they have a dreadful website. Anywho, I don't know how it is on everyone else's screen but on mine, shows always overlap and run into each other and it's hard to tell what's on at what time…which matters a lot with a channel like C-Span that's forever deciding what to put on or changing their minds about it at the last minute.
And the way they overlap or truncate names can be annoying, as you can see from the actual screen capture above. I have a pretty low opinion of George W. Bush but even I wouldn't call him that.
Friday Afternoon
I used to have a friend who would jokingly quote the maxim, "A lie is as good as the truth if you can get anyone to believe it." Funny how I keep thinking of that as I read about this whole "Death Panels" nonsense.
End-of-life Counselling is a very good idea, not only for the government but for the person whose life may be ending soon. If someone wants to make the case against things like Living Wills and Advanced Directives, I wish they'd speak up and make it honestly…but I don't think anyone does.
Newt Gingrich certainly doesn't. As noted here, just a few months ago, he was saying that it "empowers patients and families to control and direct their care." He also noted how much money it would wind up saving our health care system while simultaneously doing better by the folks receiving that care.
Sarah Palin certainly doesn't. In April of '08 as governor or Alaska, she signed a proclamation for a "Healthcare Decisions Day" to note "the need to plan ahead for health care decisions, related to end of life care" and went on to "encourage hospitals, nursing homes, assisted living facilities, continuing care retirement communities and hospices to participate in a statewide effort to provide clear and consistent information to the public about advance directives."
As far as I can tell, no Republican leader does. The 2003 Medicare prescription drug bill which the G.O.P. wrote and passed overwhelmingly contained funding for such counselling.
But we're now in that wonderful realm where you campaign by deliberately misrepresenting the opposition's position. Democrats have sometimes done this by claiming that some G.O.P. proposal would destroy Medicare or Social Security, thereby panicking older voters into shunning it. Some Republican or Insurance Company stooge (not that there's much separation there lately) looked at the Health Care Reform proposals, noticed the same end-of-life counselling provisions and thought, "Hey, we can pass this off as giving the government power to kill your grandparents!"
The Republican leaders spreading this manure don't believe that. In fact, once this country passes whatever kind of Health Care Reforms it winds up passing, there will probably be a bill to reinstate whatever part of the provision gets dropped, and the reinstatement will probably be co-sponsored by Republicans. But right now, folks like Chuck Grassley obviously think it's a dandy way to stall the bill and weaken the parts of it that they really think should be weakened…so they're willing to go along with this lie. And it's a sad fact for everyone that lying seems to be working. That just means there'll be more of it — from everyone.
Lot of Trouble
Forgot to tell you what happened to me the other day. I had a meeting over at a big movie studio. I drove over and they made me park in one of those "double-deep" spaces where another car will likely park behind yours. The driver of that other car is supposed to leave his or her keys with the attendant because you can't get your car out until they move that one.
Went in, had the meeting, came out…and there, parked right behind my auto was a gleaming, silver top-o'-the-line Mercedes. I waved to the attendant and gestured that he needed to move it so I could drive my much less impressive vehicle home. Nervous and apologetic, the gent came up to me and said he was sorry but he couldn't do that. The driver had not left the key. Then he added, "I noticed it and started to run after him to get the key but then I saw who it was."
Sensing a cue, I asked, "Who was it?"
"I shouldn't tell you," the parking lot guy said. "Someone very important." Another attendant who'd wandered over to join the conversation added, "Very big movie star."
"But you won't tell me the name," I said.
"We shouldn't tell," the second attendant said. And I realized they weren't sure why but they figured I might do something in reprisal that would get that Very Big Movie Star riled and cause them to be fired. Like I might run upstairs, find out where he was and barge into his meeting. Or worse, I might post his name on my blog.
I pulled out my ignition key, pointed it at the Mercedes and said, "I really need to get somewhere. Tell me whose car this is or I'll key my initials into the side of it." The attendants went so pale that I quickly pocketed the key and assured them, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding."
We waited about twenty minutes but the V.B.M.S. did not return. They moved out the cars on either side of mine and one of the attendants kept asking me if I thought I could somehow swing my car out from there…without, of course, damaging the Mercedes. I had about three inches between my rear license plate and his front plate so I said no. I'm not that skilled a driver. Finally, one of the younger parking lot guys said, "I think I can do it."
So we let him get into my car and it was then about ten minutes of five people guiding him and yelling, "Back another inch" and "turn the wheels to the left" and "back another half-inch" and so on. All through it, the head parking attendant guy was ashen with fear that the Mercedes might get nicked but it didn't. The kid defied all laws of Physics and got my car outta there without a mar on either. I gave him a big tip and, so everyone could hear it, told him he was not to share it with anyone else, especially the guy who let the Very Big Movie Star get away without leaving his key.
While the hero was extricating my vehicle, I heard one of the other attendants mention the name of a Very Big Movie Star and I will forever assume that was the owner of the Mercedes. Since I don't have first-hand proof though, and don't want to get the parking lot guys in trouble, I won't mention that name here. But if it was indeed him, I think I understand a little more. If I were a lowly-paid studio parking attendant, liable to get yelled-upon or dismissed for not being properly deferential to the super-important, I'm not sure I'd have chased after this person and demanded his keys. Or at least, of the two, I would have been a lot less worried about pissing off Mark Evanier…
Today's Video Link
This is the trailer for The Beatniks, a 1960 exploitation movie that was apparently filmed on a budget about equal to what I spent on Snickers bars that year. I never made it through the entire picture — if you want to try, it's available on DVD — but it has that campy, Jack Webb "the kids today are bums" message that I guess was commercial with some segment of the population back before "the kids today" were the primary audience.
You may notice that the voiceover on this trailer is by the legendary Paul Frees. Paul did some narration for schlocky projects but this may well be the schlockiest. How did they land him for the job? Well, it may have something to do with the fact that this movie was directed and co-written by Paul Frees…
This Just In…
According to a new report, income inequality — the gap between the richest Americans and the poorest — is greater than it has ever been.
In other news, more stupid people are planning a demonstration because they're afraid this country is turning Socialist on them.
Thursday Afternoon
…I keep reading about all these nutcases who are carrying guns (or at least signs threatening violence) because they think Barack Obama is about to do something that will make this country into the Soviet Union…
…and the thought that keeps coursing through my mind is Max Bialystock stuffing money into the hands of the bestraught Franz Liebkind, and Max is saying, "Here…buy bullets! Go! Kill the actors!"
And of course, in this analogy, Max is played by Rush, Glenn Beck, Sarah Palin, et al.
Recommended Reading
A lot of folks in "mainstream" entertainment have taken note of this L.A. Times piece by Ben Fritz about how the porn industry is hurting. The reason is simple: The vast amounts of porn available for free on the Internet. Folks don't pay for that which they can get for nothing.
Why this matters to non-porn filmmakers and musicians is that the "X-rated" industry been at the forefront of most frontiers in home video and "new media." The major studios have often followed the smut peddlers into a new way of monetizing their wares…and of course, everyone who makes their living selling content is well aware that at every moment of the day, somewhere on the Internet, someone is downloading their product without paying. So they look at this piece about how it's decimating the adult film industry and they wonder if that's their future…
Today's Video Link
Today's offering is an episode of Love on a Rooftop, a one-season sitcom on ABC that debuted in September of '66 and was gone by the following April. In 1971, when its star Peter Deuel was having something of a hit with a series called Alias Smith and Jones, someone at ABC had the bright idea of rerunning Love on a Rooftop for a while…and audiences didn't watch it then, either.
Deuel played an architect who was way too serious for his own good, and a pre-Laugh-In Judy Carne played his new wife, who was more passionate, and they lived in a cheap, tiny apartment. In many ways, it reminded one of the Neil Simon play, Barefoot in the Park, which was about a lawyer who was way too serious for his own good, and his new wife, who was more passionate…and they also lived in a cheap, tiny apartment.
Pete and Judy's characters had a lot of trouble with her parents, who for some reason didn't have British accents even though their daughter did. I guess there was some line in the first episode about how she'd picked one up when she went away to school in London but it sure didn't make them seem like much of a family. The newlyweds' best friends and neighbors were played by Rich Little and Barbara Bostock and I also never understood why anyone selected Rich Little for a role that didn't involve impressions. He threw one in once in a while but it was still kinda like…well, like hiring Rich Little for a role that didn't involve impressions.
I watched this show for a while because at that age, I had an enormous crush on Judy Carne. Eventually, even that wasn't enough to keep me tuning in. But it's interesting to watch it now because it really screams S*I*X*T*I*E*S in a big way. And this particular episode was wholly stolen by guest Dick Gautier, who was concurrently playing Hymie the Robot on Get Smart. It's a bit out of sync (with the voices and with the era) but you may find it of interest…
Sorry, Ronald McDonald!
Esquire surveyed a group of what they call the nation's top chefs and asked them to pick their favorite fast food joints and meals. The winner, by a large margin, was In-N-Out Burger. Which figures.
Striking News
After every Writers Guild strike, there's the unfortunate business of investigating claims of scabbing and charges that members (and non-members) crossed picket lines to perform writing services. As I wrote in this article for New Republic during the last strike, there is surprisingly little scab work done during one of our strikes. There are often a lot of accusations but then they rarely prove to be valid. When the WGA takes a hike, very little writing gets done.
The Guild has just closed the books on that strike with only minor disciplinary actions. One member was fined for writing a pilot script during the strike. Another is being disciplined in unspecified ways.
One non-member has been permanently barred from membership…and that's about it. Especially notable is that Jay Leno, who was accused of violating Guild rules when he went back to work during the strike and generated his own monologues, appears to be unmentioned in the final report. What I am hearing is that the Guild concluded that what Leno did fell into a "gray area" and that given Jay's otherwise strong support for the strike, and the fact that he did confer with the Guild before making his decision and there was some ambiguity in those discussions, they've elected to not make an issue of it. There are, I know, folks in the Guild who'd love to "string up" someone famous for violating strike rules but even most of them didn't think Jay's case was clear-cut enough for that.
I suspect we'll see some of the language in those rules revised and made clearer before the next Writers Guild strike. And don't think there won't be one in the next decade or so.
Blind Recommendation
If you live in or around Sacramento, there's a production of Man of La Mancha there this week at the Music Circus at the Wells Fargo Pavilion. I don't know anything more about it than that my friend Valerie Perri is playing Dulcinea. But that's all I need to know to recommend it. I've seen Valerie in the role and…well, let's put it this way. If I were singing the lead, it would still be worth going to see.
Today's Video Link
My buddy Chuck McCann has done about as wide an array of roles and jobs as anyone who was ever in show business. He's starred in movies, hosted TV shows, appeared in sketches, written and directed short films, done cartoon voices, performed stand-up…I don't recall him belly-dancing or working with a trained bear but nothing would surprise me. It amuses me that every time I'm out with Chuck in public, he gets recognized by someone…and it's always for something different.
Sometimes, it's his legendary kids' show in New York. Sometimes, it's all those appearances he's made playing Oliver Hardy to Jim MacGeorge's Stan Laurel. At the Comic-Con, a fellow brought his beloved poster from the movie The Projectionist just so he could get it signed by its star, Chuck McCann. But a lot of people mention the Right Guard commercials…a whole series Chuck did wherein actor Bill Fiore would open his medicine cabinet and find Chuck inside. It all started in '71 with this spot…