From the E-Mailbag…

A reader named "Chaz" asks a Thundarr question that others have wondered about…

I noticed when I watched Thundarr that the letters "XAM" kept appearing on walls and old billboards.  In that show's post-Holocaust world, I always figured this was some sort of planted story point and we would someday meet Xam or find out that Xam was their God or something.  Since this never happened, I wonder if maybe the guy who painted the backgrounds was named Max and he just signed his work with his name backwards.  Can you inform me?

I can.  Ruby-Spears Production — the company that brought you Thundarr — sub-contracted a lot of its animation work to a studio in Utah named Ahern-Marshall, or A-M Productions.  At some point, a group of A-M employees broke off and formed their own animation company called "XAM!" (as in, "Ex-Ahern-Marshall").  The new operation also wound up animating a lot of Ruby-Spears shows, and someone there liked to slap the company's name into their output.  It turns up in a lot of other studios' cartoon shows of the eighties, as well.  Years ago, someone sent me a work of amateur fiction based on the premise that "Xam" was an alien Julius Caesar who had conquered the Earth in a scenario that linked together the worlds of Thundarr, G.I. Joe, Dungeons & Dragons, Spider-Man, Punky Brewster, and other disparate cartoon shows in which the author had noticed "XAM" signs.  Quite a crossover.

Also: Someone wrote to ask if there was ever a Thundarr comic book.  Well, sort of.  Western Publishing contracted for the property in 1981.  (You know Western better as Gold Key Comics, but by that time, they were changing the name of their line to Whitman Comics.)  They had at least three issues written and drawn of a standard-sized comic book and also assembled one issue in a small, pocket-sized format with which they were then experimenting.  Alas, Western was having distribution problems at the time.  I'm told they actually published a small run of the pocket-sized issue, but I don't think I've ever seen a copy.  They definitely did not get around to putting the regular-sized books out.  Those were postponed several times and then, when Western learned the show was going off the air, they scrapped the comics altogether.  At least one of the issues was written by John David Warner and drawn by Winslow Mortimer, and they may have done the other issues, as well — and no, I have no idea what became of that material.  A Thundarr newspaper strip was proposed, and Jack Kirby drew up a couple of sample weeks, but that never went anywhere.  Samples of that material were published in an old issue of The Jack Kirby Collector.

Live by the Sword…

Thundarr the Barbarian was an ABC Saturday morning cartoon show I worked on at the beginning of the eighties.  The series was a minor hit and would have run more than two seasons but for Garry Marshall.  At the time, he had the three hottest prime-time shows on ABC — Happy Days, Laverne & Shirley and Mork & Mindy — and he (or maybe Paramount) wanted animated versions of them on Saturday morn.  At that moment, if Marshall had wanted all the ABC executives to dance naked on his front lawn, they would have.  To make room for Fonz and the Happy Days Gang, they cancelled Thundarr.  (The following year, there was a Laverne & Shirley cartoon show and the year after, Mork & Mindy.  None of them did as well as the shows they displaced.)  The 21 episodes enjoyed some minor syndication as part of a package of other short-term shows but basically, Thundarr the Barbarian disappeared into obscurity.

But not forever.  As often seems to happen, a new generation catches on to a show and it comes back from the void in some form.  Thundarr went off in 1982 and just two years later, if you'd suggested that some company issue action figures or other merchandise, you'd have been laughed out of Toy Fair.  It was a dead, forgotten series that wasn't all that popular when it was on the air.  And yet now, twenty years after the last Thundarr was made, action figures are coming out from a company called Toynami, and other goodies may be forthcoming.  Those are the action figures below…

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I really can't explain why the show is making a bit of a comeback.  True, they've been rerun on Cartoon Network and more recently on Boomerang, but they didn't attract much attention there; about as much as their earlier syndication did.  And also true, the kids who watched the show when it was originally on are now old enough to have kids of their own…but do youngsters ever watch a show because their parents liked it?  I think the answer may be that it was just a neat idea — a good-looking character with a good name and premise.  Since I only wrote one, I can also say that the scripts were generally pretty strong.  My friend Steve Gerber was the story editor and he really made that end of the production work.

One thing it did not have was good animation.  Alex Toth designed the three central characters, and Jack Kirby designed everything else.  So you had a lot of terrific art that was then processed by the cheapest-possible animation house.  When I see the shows now, I can't believe they put some of that stuff on the air, but they did.  At the time, the "bar" for acceptable animation on TV was a lot lower than it is now.

Still, the show has its fans.  Here's a link to one fan site where you can find news, images, an episode guide, and an interview with the producers, Ken Spears and Joe Ruby.  There's also a petition to try and get Time-Warner — which now owns the show, as they will eventually own everything — to release the old shows on DVD.  Since Time-Warner doesn't even want to put Bugs Bunny out on DVD, I doubt they'll do Thundarr, but odder things have happened.  The mere fact that anyone remembers the show is pretty odd, all by itself.

Monday Evening

This coming Sunday, CBS is airing Back to the Batcave, a new TV-Movie about the exploits of Adam West and Burt Ward, back in the days they were playing Batman and Robin on TV.  Here's a link to a CBS website that tells you all about this monumental event.  And don't miss the online trailer.  You really want to know what goes on after the costumes come off.

Over on his website, Jim Hill pulls an article out of his archives about some folks who didn't do voices in Disney films — like, why George Gobel turned down the role of Winnie the Pooh.  Go read it.  (If that link doesn't go forward you to it, look for a piece called "Who's in Pooh and Satchmo's a no-show.")

Surprising the hell out of everyone, CBS is covering all three hours of this year's Tony Awards.  This is the ceremony that, every year, finishes last in the ratings, prompting rumors that the network will dump it.  Instead, they're expanding it.  I don't understand and this article doesn't fully explain it.

Monday Evening

Game Show Network's website apparently has the schedule wrong.  The Emmett Kelly episode of What's My Line?, featuring Fred Allen's final appearance, is probably airing Friday night/Saturday morning.  The following episode, featuring the tribute to Mr. Allen, would therefore run Saturday night/Sunday morning.  Thanks to Rick Scheckman for the info.

I've mentioned William Saletan of Slate is probably my favorite current political writer.  Don't always agree with him but I wouldn't trust a political writer (or my own opinions) if I did.  Here's a link to an article he wrote way back in 1999 that was right then, and is even righter now.

Monday Evening

Correction: I am informed by several folks (including Alan Light and Kevin S. Butler) that Fred Allen died while out on a walk, not while walking a dog.  Mr. Allen did not like dogs.  If I'd looked it up instead of writing from memory, I'd have known that.  Sorry.

While I'm posting, here's a referral to an article in the New York Times about Jules Feiffer.

Monday Evening

Tom Snyder is a broadcaster I have always liked and admired, ever since he was a local newsguy in Los Angeles.  (He was the last anchorman in a major market to work solo; that is, without another person at the desk beside him, alternating stories.)  I wish he had a show but at least he has a website.  And here's a direct link to some thoughts he published about his friend, Robert Blake.  (Thanks to "Tomalhe" for the pointer.)

VIRUS ALERT!  There are many out there, as you know.  What you may not know is that some "spoof" the address of the sender.  Example: Larry, Moe and Curly all know each other.  Larry, being a stooge, gets a virus on his computer.  The virus goes into his computer's address book and gets the e-mail addresses for Moe and Curly.  It then sends Moe a contaminated message that appears to be from Curly.  So be wary of mail, even from friends.  And don't presume that a virus-laden message is really from the person in the "From" line.

Make Them Hear You!

In the past, I've raved about the shows down at the Civic Light Opera of South Bay Cities.  Each year, they do a quartet of fully-staged musical productions for a mere two dozen performances apiece.  This is possible largely because they work with a pool of experienced directors and (usually) cast actors who have done the shows before.  Their staging year before last of Peter Pan, for instance, was basically the long-touring Cathy Rigby production with Cathy Rigby's understudy in lieu of Cathy Rigby.  Ordinarily, shows done with minimal rehearsal for short runs look like…well, like shows done with minimal rehearsal for short runs.  With a few minor exceptions, theirs do not.

They did a superb job with their most recent offering — a production of Ragtime which I'd urge locals to run see but for the fact that the performance I caught last night was the last one.  It's a shame, if only because I think half the audience would have eagerly purchased tickets to see it again.  I would have.  Apart from slightly less fancier sets (though still impressive for a three-week stint), this was a Broadway-quality mounting.  Here's the L.A. Times review which says much the same thing but goes into greater detail.

Ragtime is a lovely show, especially if you can get past the way several disparate storylines wander until they too-conveniently intersect.  It captures something quite beautiful about the aspect of America that promises the chance for immigrant and minorities to better themselves — and it does not idealize that promise beyond reality or suggest that it will always be honored.  Ragtime music underscores much of it, and other quite lovely music underscores the rest.  Indeed, the music almost never stops, creating a symphony of human interaction.

The next show the Civic Light Opera is staging down there is Smokey Joe's Cafe and I have no reason to expect it won't be another first-rate production.  My friends who live in Los Angeles or the Valley might well go, "Redondo Beach?  I don't want to travel that far."  But it's not as distant as it sounds; about ten minutes south of LAX.  It's a very comfortable theater with good parking — two things I can't say for too many theaters in Southern California.  It's kind of disarming to realize that some of the best theater in Los Angeles isn't in Los Angeles.

The Day After

Many thanks to those of you who sent birthday greetings for yesterday.  I'll get around to sending individual messages as I get the time.  Also, there are a couple of folks who've sent cash donations to this site lately but when I've written to thank them, those messages have come back as undeliverable.  (The money seems to be good; it's the thank-you note that bounces.)  All of this, please be aware, is appreciated.

Jeep Thrills

That's a Jeep — the kind you can own without helping the terrorists.  The Jeep was an occasional pet of Popeye the Sailor and experts disagree as to whether the vehicle was named after the character or not.  I don't want to get into that.  I just wanted to plug a terrific website that I learned about by visiting Jerry Beck's terrific website.  The one I want to plug is the terrific website run by the Calva Brothers, devoted to the early Popeye cartoons produced by Max Fleischer Studios.  Great stuff there, with more to come.

No Solicitors

We have several pages on this site about Cartoon Voices and on most of them, I say
something like…

Please do not send me voice demos or requests to hear your samples or to hire you or to refer you to an agent.  I get way too much of this and have had to vow never to hire or refer anyone who approaches me this way.

That's pretty straight-forward but for some reason, I get about six e-mails a week that say something like this actual example…

Hi.  I can do dozens of great voices and have always dreamed of becoming a cartoon voice actor like Mel Blanc.  Can you give me a job or help me to get one?

These messages always leave me a bit puzzled: Did this person read this site?  If I'd always dreamed of doing something like that, I'd search out and devour every available nugget of info I could find.  But perhaps they didn't bother to look.  I get an awful lot of e-mail from people asking me trivia-type questions that they could have answered for themselves with a twenty second visit to any good search engine.  Many people do not seem to realize that the Internet is a tool to do your own research, rather than to merely e-mail someone else to see if they can give you a fast reply.

Or perhaps they did read the articles here and thought, "Hmm…that sounds too hard.  I'll just ignore that and see if there's an easier way.  What have I got to lose?"  That's one of the downsides when a means of communication, like the Internet, becomes too easy.  It doesn't cost anything to send out a zillion e-mails to strangers, asking if they'll send you their bank account numbers.  It doesn't cost anything to write to strangers and ask if they'll make your dream come true.  It's kind of like buying a lottery ticket because it makes you feel better to be "doing something" to change your life — but deep down, if you're at all honest with yourself, you know you're not going to win and that it's not a substitute for taking real steps.

Either way, I've decided to stop taking those e-mails seriously, and to stop presuming that those folks are really serious.  Maybe someday, some of them will be.  Until that time, I'm not going to allow them to bother me, any more that I'm bothered by all those messages from beautiful Russian women who want to marry me.  I figure the success ratio is about the same.

Blogkeeping

Apologies for a tech problem (not my fault) that made this page difficult for some to reach for two brief periods over the last few days.  And thanks to all those who wrote to alert me to it.  It shouldn't happen again — but then, I thought that after the first time it was fixed.

Celebrity Murder Cases

While testing out the channel-changing hook-up for my new Series 2 TiVo, I chanced to alight on Court TV and — shame on me — got hooked watching a little of their coverage of the preliminary hearing for Robert Blake.  The case against him seems overwhelming, and his attorneys are spending a lot of their time impugning the integrity of those who gathered evidence.  One investigator was asked, "Isn't it true you told friends that you were upset you hadn't gotten on TV during the O.J. Simpson trial?"  There was also a brief dust-up when a prosecutor referred to the date of "the murder" and Blake's lawyers objected, insisting the word was prejudicial and that it would be better to refer to "the killing."  This does not make it sound like they're sitting on a pile of exculpatory data.

Court TV is practically orgasmic to have a Hollywood Murder Case to exploit, and is throwing up specials and daily summaries and Breaking News bulletins.  For some reason, during the chunk I saw, they kept cutting to comments by a lawyer who was pointedly identified as "Michael Jackson's lawyer."  No, I don't know what he has to do with Blake, other than that tabloid-type journalism loves to link hot stories together.

The defendant is upset with Jay Leno for treating him as if he's already been found guilty.  On the one hand, I think that's misplaced anger.  If the police are announcing they have associates of Blake to testify that he tried to hire them to whack his wife — and one was testifying when I tuned it — Leno is hardly jumping to or spreading unwarranted conclusions.  On the other hand, there is something about Robert Blake that strikes me as so pathetic, the jokes are almost like picking on the mentally ill.  (And I guess it's theoretically possible that he didn't do it, in which case the jokes are just helping to destroy an innocent man.)

I know it's not fashionable to feel sorry for violent criminals and if he did it, he deserves the maximum penalty.  Surprisingly — for a case in L.A. involving a celebrity — he may very well receive it.

But there's something else here that differs from the O.J. case.  Jokes about Simpson always had to be tempered by a proper reverence for the loss of the two people he hacked to death.  In l'affaire Blake, no one is mourning the victim because there seems to be a consensus that the deceased was not a very nice person.  Blake's whole defense, such as it is, seems to be that there were a lot of people who had reason to want her dead.  That changes the dynamic.  It opens up new areas of humor and makes the whole thing one big Freak Show with no compassion required for anyone.

Simpson also looked maddeningly arrogant and determined to have a life after the trial.  His one-time gridiron heroism caused many to want to believe he didn't do it, and his skin color gave an opening to those who wished to make the case that the L.A.P.D. had racist underpinnings.  So he had some people on his side, whereas Robert Blake just looks like a loser; like a guy who did what he's alleged to have done because he was already on the downside of life.  He did it, as he did the interview with Barbara Walters, almost as if he had nothing left to lose, his career and a large piece of his mind having long since departed.

I am all for what some would call Bad Taste Humor.  As long as it's funny, do it.  But I recall that Johnny Carson would sometimes stop doing jokes on a given topic because he sensed that it was beginning to turn too tragic to be funny.  And I guess the whole subject of Robert Blake offing his wife is starting to look that way to me.