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The Week Ahead: Shows, A Party, a Forum

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October is going to be crazy, and this first week is no exception.

Monday: The Scramble

The Scramble is back with Ben Naddaff-Hafrey, musician and music editor at MIC news. He’s excited to be our SuperGuest, after first joining us several months back to talk about Bob Dylan’s Super Bowl commercials. We loved him then and we think you’ll love him now. He’s got some great ideas percolating to share with you– the perils and promise of new media/social journalism, the new U2 album as a paradigm shifting moment in how we think about music, tech and their respective industries, and the history of the War of the World broadcast war of the worldsand its influence on how we think about psychology and media now. As always, we also bring you the latest news from the weekend.

Tuesday: Dancing the Night Away: Connecticut Dance Halls

We’ve wanted to produce a show on Thrall Hall for several months and we’re finally ready to do it. We’ll share the poignant story of Windsor resident Ed Thrall’s effort to build a square dance hall as a place for his daughter to have fun. Ed spent decades meticulously building his exquisite dance hall from scraps of building materials recovered from the demolition of Hartford buildings bulldozed in the urban renewal programs of the 1960’s. The floor’s intricate design was created by his wife Flicka and supported by tires that gave extra bounce to the dancers. Most of all, it was a source of pride and love for Ed. But, the story took a dark turn when Ed and the town of Windsor clashed over zoning regulations that thwarted Ed’s dreams, straining relationships between Ed, his family and the town. Executive Producer Catie Talarski, shares this heartbreaking story of lost dreams, betrayal, and redemption.

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Next, we explore the legacy of Connecticut’s Shaboo Inn, a legendary 1970’s and 1980’s blues and rock concert dance hall that attracted top artists including Bonnie Raitt, Miles Davis, The Police, Aerosmith, Tom Waits that was located in a former silk mill in Mansfield, Connecticut. David Foster, owner of Shaboo Productions and manager of the Inn, shares stories that you won’t believe.

 

 

 

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Tuesday night: Our Fifth Anniversary Bash. You’re invited. Make sure you sign up on the eventbrite page, as opposed to RSVPing on Facebook.

 

 

Wednesday: Forget the Movie, The Trailers Are More Fun

 

Trailers give away all the good parts in the movie, including the jokes and best narratives. For most of us, trailers are either a pain or a pleasure and don’t always reflect the tone of the movie. For example, the trailer for Academy Award-nominated “Nebraska” was particularly bad, because the pace and tone of that movie are antithetical to the way mainstream trailers lure us to watch. It said QUIRKY. OFFBEAT. LOVABLE. Yet, the movie received critical acclaim. Among the best trailers was “Batman Returns”. The movie itself was an overrated shamble —a really terrible piece of storytelling— but even Tim Burton’s worst movies have enough good images and set-pieces to entice. The founder of an advertising company that specializes in film trailers, a contributor to the web series “Trailers From Hell”, and The Culture Dogs join us for a look at the past, present, pain, and glory of movie trailers.

This show is a lot of fun, and we’re re-airing it to give us a gulp of air between the party and Wednesday’s night forum on teaching and learning. You’re invited to the forum at 7 p.m. and the casual dinner that precedes it at 6 p.m. All the details are here. 

Thursday: The Science Behind Our Soul

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For centuries, philosophers have pondered what constitutes the soul. Is it an intricate dance between our mind, consciousness and self-perception, God-given and beyond our control, or something more ethereal and fleeting, hard to pin down, yet the essence of who we are. Increasingly, scientific discovery is blurring the relationship between the soul and the brain. Patricia Churchland, philosopher, neuroscientist and author of Touching a Nerve, The Self as Brain, believes the soul and all that goes into it–morals, free will, feelings of love–are mere products of neurochemical reactions. Today, we explore theories of the soul.

Friday: The Nose

After a much-needed vacation, The Nose panelists are back to pore over this week’s latest culture news, picking the choicest bits for your consumption.

Just Teach

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What if a teacher’s only priorities were the kids looking back at him or her from their classroom seats? What if they threw out the policy talk, and said, “We’ll teach. You learn. That’s it.”

What would school look like then? Oct. 1 (Wednesday evening) at Watkinson School, I’ll gather a group of exciting thinkers and talk about teaching and learning. (You may notice I’m avoiding the “e-word.” It seems to have lost its original meaning and become instead a policy matrix.)

Before I tell you about the panel, here’s information on tickets and on our whole series, which benefits three local nonprofits. If you buy the whole series, tickets are really cheap and — get this — include a really nice, informal buffet dinner in Watkinson’s lovely dining room beforehand. Gotta be the best deal in central Connecticut. (This year, you get to go to the diner even if you don’t subscribe to the whole series.)

OK, here’s the panel. Ron Wolk, a heavy hitter from several positions. It’s really just best to click on that link, because if I mention what he’s famous for, I’ll have to use the “e” word. Tom Moore, West Hartford’s Superintendent of Schools and, back in the day, a legendarily dynamic teacher. Terri Schrader, the new Head of School at Watkinson. And Jaime Allesandrine, a teacher with experience in both urban and suburban schools. Do not show up at this forum and claim you had laptop problems, because she does not accept that. 

(Photo via Watkinson School.)

Red Wine, Not Champagne

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Who can feel happy about this?

John Rowland is 57. When he gets out of prison he will be somewhere in his sixties, and, as someone turning 60 in a few weeks, I can assure you Rowland will have squandered more than a few of his last best years on a heartbreaking work of staggering idiocy. For a guy who likes vacations and Mustangs and parties and fishing boats and the good life and the high life, the stretch from 57 to, say, 64, is a sweet spot you don’t want to spend staring at the Loretto commissary bulletin board to see if they have those cashews you like.

So the sentence he will get is implicitly heartbreaking unless you factor in your own outrage at the way things went down in 2004, when a charming (and easily charmed) old softy named Judge Peter Dorsey handed Rowland a year when 5 to 8 would have been generous.

So I had a glass of red wine at the end of this day, but not a split of champagne.

I do say this: Rowland’s defense counsel may be the last ever to use the “feh” defense. From the New York Times:

This is right-wing, hard-core stuff,” the lawyer, Reid H. Weingarten, told the jurors on Thursday afternoon, minutes before they began deliberating, adding, “My biggest fear is that you’ll see the politics in this case and say, ‘Feh.’ ”

Where are we, the Lower East Side in 1958? Meh is the new feh. Everybody knows that.

Anyway, the jury said “feh”  X 7.

Now, would you like to know what happens next?

The judge will give Rowland at least five years and maybe a good bit more. It depends heavily on how she feels about him as a second offender and, indeed, a second offender who seemed not to appreciate the charity extended to him the first time. This is guesswork, but I’m going to say seven years.

Can he appeal successfully? Who knows. I’m no lawyer, but it seemed as though Judge Arterton, in her rulings, was being careful. She ruled favorably for the defense in two high-profile questions — one early in the case having to do with emails accidentally shared with the defense and then late in the game on a question of whether the defense’s one and only witness could be allowed to impeach the testimony of Brian Foley, the star prosecution witness.

And with all of the above in mind, it seems unlikely that Arterton will allow Rowland out on bond while he pursues appeal.

All of the news for Rowland right now is bad. He turned down an 18-month plea deal. Now he’s looking at years. If there’s an ace up anybody’s sleeve, it’s very well hidden.

Questions remain.

1. Why did Reid Weingarten take this case? High profile D.C. lawyer comes up to New Haven to handle the case of a repeat offender who left a lot of reckless evidence against himself. Unless he has a kid at Yale, this makes no sense.

2. Who paid Weingarten?  Not Rowland.

3. What kind of defense was that?  One witness, who faltered badly during cross-examination. And then the “feh” speech. That was supposed to do it? We hate to second guess, but, considering the jury just dropped the Hammer of Thor on your client after a short deliberation, we get to ask.

4. Ah, yes. WTIC.  Rowland’s former employer and mine. The testimony at trial was worse than I expected. One witness described a very porous relationship between Rowland’s strategy sessions for Wilson Foley and what he said on the air.  Confirmed in sworn testimony were Rowland’s attempts to bully his employer’s opponent Andrew Roraback, including getting Roraback’s cell phone number from the Wilson Foley camp and giving it out on the air so that his listeners would call Roraback and attack him for his death penalty position. A witness described a meeting at which Rowland crafted a Wilson Foley position about online gambling and then arranged for her to be interviewed about it by his WTIC broadcast partner Will Marrotti.

Some of this stuff happened in secret. Some of it, out in the open. In my 16 years at WTIC, I never would have entertained the thought of giving out a candidate’s cell phone number on the air and urging people to call him in anger. And if I had, I would have expected to be summoned to the front office.  You almost wonder if the WTIC management was, like many before them, intimidated by Rowland.  They just plain let some of this stuff go on.  They didn’t set meaningful limits. And the stuff that sneaked past them is ruinous to the station’s credibility.

WTIC was hoping Rowland would be cleared. The opposite has happened. If an underling had handled things so horribly, with such disastrous consequences for the company, the underling would be fired. Management rarely plays a comparable price for its dreadful judgment.

Of course, maybe ownership will just dump the station.

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Shana Sureck Courant photo

 

 

Five Ever-Lovin’ Brown-Eyed Years With Chion, Betsy, Patrick, Greg……..

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colin-5-year-face-book (1)For the first eight months of 2009, I was out of radio. WTIC-AM, under pressure from parent corporation CBS to dump salaries, fired both me and Diane Smith, the only non-conservative  voices in the daily line-up. They replaced my afternoon drive show with a news-traffic-weather rotation that had no anchor-host or “personality. They kept it that way for almost two years, until they hired, (gulp) John Rowland.

Meanwhile, I had time on my hands. I wrote my newspaper column and blogged. I wrote longer magazine pieces. I traveled to Japan for some teaching and lecturing, and, on the way home, stopped in the Bay Area to meet with Alice Waters, right before we appeared onstage at the Connecticut Forum with Anthony Bourdain and Duff Goldman. I did a lot of other stuff too, but I felt keenly the absence of daily radio, which I had been doing since 1992.

I fielded a few queries, but the only one that really interested me was from John Dankosky mr.dat WNPR. I was a long time public radio fan and had followed closely what he had done at WNPR during the conversion of the station from primarily classical music to news and talk. (Ironic note: I had repeated conversations with WTIC management about the implication of that conversion for “our” lineup. They assured me more than once that public radio would not affect their ratings.)

By springtime, it was pretty clear to me that I wanted to build something new at WNPR, but the management there had a simple rule for me. I had to raise the start-up money. So I did, with a lot of help from my friends, especially my friend Peter Shapiro who walked me through a few important doors in the world of commerce. Two famous author friends, Luanne Rice and Wally Lamb, stepped in as underwriters during that first year, as did CBT and, of course, Dr. Jerry Rosenfeld, who had fled WTIC along with me.

The initial decision I made was that the first and last voice on the show every day should not be mine, should be a woman, should be somebody younger. I had been noticing the work of

All photos here, except this one, by Chion Wolf for WNPR

All photos here, except this one, by Chion Wolf for WNPR

Chion Wolf doing what is called “continuity,” a melange of time, promos, underwriting credits and weather, which runs through the day on public radio. Knowing nothing about her, I approached her about being an “announcer,” who would introduce the show every day and say a few “last words” at the end. I pictured Chion as a kind of young Joni Mitchell, and I imagined those last words as hanging mysteriously in the air.

The second important decision I made wasn’t really a decision. Dankosky and producer Catie Talarski had a young man in mind, coming off an internship, who they thought could produce the show. His name was Patrick Skahill, a scholarly young man with a vast panoply of interests and a quiet sense of humor. He was perfect. Patrick and I spent about six weeks in the summer of 2009 trying to figure out what we were going santapatrickto put on the air. Meanwhile it sank in that Chion Wolf was not a young Joni Mitchell. Maybe a young Gracie Allen, a kind of old school comedian with razor sharp timing and hilarious instincts. So I started writing comic material for her, and I’m still doing that today. (Sometimes, I barely have to write. Click the blue arrow here. I deft you not to laugh.)

We went on the air Aug. 31, 2009 with Gail Collins of the New York Times and Trinity College professor Irene Papoulis as guests. First shows are almost kind of bumpy, but we got through it.  It would take months to find the right rhythm and tone. So, by the way, come to our anniversary party. You’re officially invited.

The biggest surprise to me — and I suppose many others — was how little of what I had done in my 16-year commercial radio run would work on WNPR.  Almost nothing was transferable. I had to teach myself a whole new way of doing radio and craft a radically different on-air persona. On WTIC, I had been a brat, a highly educated enfant terrible and Pan-like agent of chaos. Trying that on WNPR would be like asking Don Imus to host the Macneil/Lehrer News Hour. It was not to be. I began to write Chion as the Pan-like figure, which was not a stretch.

I could go on, but the history of the show’s first five years is probably more interesting to me than to anyone else. Last year Patrick decided he’d rather be a famous science reporter. Meanwhile we had discovered a new producer in our midst,
new betsyBetsy Kaplan, a former nurse with a wide-ranging curiosity and intellect very similar to Patrick’s. Betsy is now the spine and central nervous system of the show. She is what keeps us upright. We discovered, in the company’s IT department, the perfect comic foil for Chion, Greg Hill who now regularly turns up in the show intros and runs our Twitter account and is generally our fourth Beatle.

We’ve done well over 1,000 shows. We have three unspoken rules that shape our thinking:

1. One of us has to love the idea.

2. Somehow, we have to challenge the material in a way it is not typically challenged.

3 We’re not really into rules.

Also, “Ape not kill ape,” but that’s more like a guideline.

This left the door open to all sorts of choices. We did a show set in 2033. We did a “What If This Isn’t Reality?” show about the question of whether we’re living in some kind of hologrammic simulation. We did a show about the heart transplant of radio newswoman Beth Bradley. We did a show — I can barely explain this one — about what it would be like to have no capacity for language, any language, including sign language. A show about pi, a show about infinity, a show (ahead of its time) about the scientific uses of origami. Shows about nerds, snobs and high school debaters. (I think Mark Oppenheimer was on all three of those.) We did a show about three famous Harriets (Beecher Stowe, Tubman and the Spy) with Harriet Jones guest-handling announcer duties. We did salutes to musical instruments: the banjo (Bela Fleck and Noam Pikelny both contributed), the harmonica, the ukulele (Jake Shimabukuro and other virtuosos performed in studio) and most recently an amazing all accordion show. I don’t know why, but I often think of our salute to whistling as the most nearly perfect show we’ve ever done.

We did a salute to urine.

One of our best days ever was a full hour with the wild Jill Sobule singing and talking in studio. Other live performances included The Punch Brothers, Mike Doughty and Meklit Hadero. Grayson Hugh, the musician I have loved the longest, has visited many times and wrote a song for us.  One of the shows dearest to our hearts was the hour we spent with his father, Ivor, whose story was basically the history of broadcasting in Connecticut. Ivor died two months later.  I’ve done long-form interviews with Thomas Moore (twice), Philippe Petit, Peter Tork, and Paul Winter. Get ready for one with jazz legend and “Schoolhouse Rock” creator Bob Dorough. That’s already in the can, and it’s great. It’ll run on Sept. 9, one day after our  full-show interview with (gasp) Sir Tom Stoppard in front of a live audience.

Speaking of Tork, one of our peculiar memories is a show about Boy Bands for which we invented a fake group called Next In Line (Patrick’s name) who rehearsed a song called “Food Court Love,” written by me and Chion (but I think the title might have been Oppenheimer’s idea). Click the arrow.

We turned Wally Lamb, Eric Danton and Joan Holiday into a long-running and much beloved panel of “music mavens” who introduce the audience to new songs and (ruefully) dissect the thorny subject otherwise known as the Song of the Summer. We turned Bill Curry and comedian Julia Pistell into an annual pair of March Madness handicappers. (Julia uses indices such as the food most popular near each college.) We started taking the show each year to the Berkshire International Film Festival (with guests such as karenKaren Allen, Peter Reigert and Jim Bouton) and the New Haven International Festival of Pancakes, Art and Ideas.

We’ve got big plans in the immediate future to do our first-ever show from New York City (at the trendy Subculture).  Also on our wish list, shows from the Philip Johnson Glass House and from the Barnum Musem. 

Along the way, we invented some new forms. I wanted to do a regular show where I picked the panelists first and then figured out the topics later (the reverse of the way public radio likes to operate). Thus was born The Nose, a free-wheeling Friday show that has spawned a new generation of Connecticut radio favorites: Papoulis, jacquesJacques Lamarre, Rand Cooper, James Hanley, Theresa Cramer, Tracy Wu Fastenberg, Luis Figueroa, Jim Chapdelaine, Duby McDowell, Patty McQueen, Carolyn Paine …. well the list, as they say, goes on and on. When Patrick left us, Betsy and I went to work on making our Monday episode more time-sensitive and keyed to topics that bubbled up over the weekend, as opposed to something we’d been working on for six days.  We now call that The Scramble, usually based on a three-topic conversation with one “super-guest” (like Frank Rich or Anna Sale) and two newsy segments.

We’ve forged longstanding partnerships with a group of regular contributors who include experimental philosopher Jonathan Keats, writers Lev Grossman and Brian Francis Slattery, America’s Greatest Living Film Critic and America’s Auxiliary Break Glass In Case of Emergency Greatest Living Film Critic, writer Amanda Hess, two different people named Steve Metcalf, and pretty much everybody from Slate, especially June Thomas and Dahlia Lithwick. We were lucky enough to have Mike Pesca follow us pretty much from the start. Speaking of Pesca, he is amused not only by our successes but by our failures, in which we take a certain improbable pride. Sometimes we do a show — one on toast and one on spoons come to mind — because the idea seems like such a bad one that we can’t resist trying. Sometimes those really are bad ideas. See above. Or ask Pesca.

We’ve had great interns. Lydia Brown basically took over our show for one glorious summer during her steady ascent to become, eventually, a Galadriel-like figure who rules gently over the universe. That’s why we did a show on the “deep web” before anybody else was talking about it. Right now, Josh Nilaya is a kind of fifth Beatle, developing shows on his own. And a special shout out to Jules Lefebvre for his voice work on this memorable intro.

Daily radio shows are hard. It’s not the effort of any one show. It’s the cumulative drain. Mr. Dankosky and I (and now Pesca) understand this in a way a person who hasn’t lived it cannot. Your best work expires in 24 hours, and the crowing demand for something new begins, really, about five minutes after you sign off.

So you need amazing people. I need Betsy and Chion and Greg and Josh and executive producer Catie Talarski. I need my co-workers Mr. Dankosky, Lydia, Tucker Ives, ace newsman Jeff Cohen, Sir Ray Hardman, and the rest of the great WNPR news staff. And Gene Amatruda, who is basically Spock, Scotty, Geordi and Data rolled into one, if Starfleet Command had been a little more open to plaid flannel.

It’s odd. People still tell me they miss that crazy guy from WTIC. I miss him too. He was probably closer to the afflatus of my true comic Muse than anything I will ever do. But I didn’t really belong there. It wasn’t home. This is home. The people I work with, the people who lay themselves out to do this impossible show, they’re home. As somebody said, this must be the place.

Guess I must be having fun.

 

 

 

 

 

The Trolls Are Unhappy

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This is my column this week. I urge you to read the comments as well. The trolls are grievously wounded, especially the guy who says I’m being “sarchastic.” Otto, the troll who’s complaining about the big words, complains about that all the time. In a previous installment, he said the word “cudgel” was too esoteric. No, I’m not kidding.

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