Monday, January 20, 2020

The New Yorker - where blacks and gays are respected but Ageism is a Laugh

You know the PC bunch at The New Yorker?

They're SO sensitive when it comes to DIVERSITY.

Cartoonists trying to sell their unfunny ink drips know this. They know that UNFUNNY is not an instant rejection, because The New Yorker, like National Public Radio, caters to the dullest, most boring, uptight and grim butch of money-and-status suckers on the planet.

What makes the difference between UNFUNNY rejected and UNFUNNY accepted is if the cartoonist decides to draw TWO MEN instead of a straight couple. The caption, of course, has nothing to do with gayness, but hey, hey, GAY GAY! Two GAYS in a cartoon! That's something to talk about while passing around the Whole Foods-catered platter of party cheeses. Like so:

Another sure way to sell an unfunny cartoon? Don't be afraid of BLACKFACE. Go ahead, cartoonist, SHADE that face into a SALE. The New Yorker probably has less than 5% readers "of color," but at least 50% who are white and like to be reassured that they are the kind of liberals that Phil Ochs sang about.

So, is there still a safe target for ridicule?

There sure is: OLD PEOPLE. Their lifetime subscriptions aren't gonna bring in much money anyway. They don't all have a lot of money to spend on the self-indulgent shallow crap sold in New Yorker ads. They're still hoping to find a Woody Allen short comedy piece in the magazine.

While cartoons featuring gays or blacks don't ridicule them, or confront in any way, with humor, the actual gay and black lifestyle in New York City, a cartoon of an old person is going to be heartless. Hey...that's FUNNY! Isn't it? Take a look:

That's The New Yorker. We gotta be careful about laughing at the foibles of gays or blacks, but let's be cruel to senior citizens. If they can't take a joke, what are they gonna do, have a stroke? Haw haw haw....

Friday, January 17, 2020

Stealing Baseball Signals? "WAS THAT WRONG?" Well, Donald Trump would've done it....

Here's a popular meme...it's creepy George Costanza, always lying, always greedy, always out for himself...using his ultimate catch-phrase of dubious innocence...

In all "HONESTY," George asks the world's dumbest question.

Of COURSE he knew it was wrong.

He just didn't think he'd get caught, and besides, everyone else would've done the same thing. Right?

We know DONALD TRUMP would.

One reason he's beloved by some 40% of Americans is that they identify with his cruelty, obnoxiousness, bullying and chicanery.

They'd do JUST what HE does if they could.

They'd cheat on wifey with a porn star. They'd use infantile insults to jeer a rival.

They'd hire a contractor and then say "suck it," and not pay for the work.

They'd approve of their sons shooting and killing wild animals for trophies.

They'd happily "grab 'em by the pussy" while owning a beauty pageant.

They'd glut on fast food garbage.

They'd answer all criticisms with mocking grimaces and a variety of smirks.

Most certainly, if Donald Trump was the President of a baseball club, he'd say "Go ahead, steal their signals if you can."

Which is why most people think, "If I was Trump, I would've blackmailed Ukraine into providing dope on Biden. IS THAT WRONG??

The surprise is that not only does Trump get away with it and set a bad example, it's rare when ANYONE faces up to an obvious moral failing.

Several teams have fired their managers recently; ones who were involved in the steal-signals scandal.

The latest? Useless trophy manager Carlos the Jackal Beltran, hired by the New York Mets not because he has any brains, but because he has a star name that might help drive idiots into Queens to watch a baseball game. Muy bueno! Es Carlos Beltran!

Now he's gone, without having managed a single game.

Beat reporters aren't surprised in the least. Because corruption and chicanery are part of baseball as they are almost ALL of politics.

Usually baseball teams look the other way when their players juice up with steroids. (Everyone does it). Or have sex scandals. Or start getting violent. The shrug is that it's part of human nature. What Carlos and his amigos did was just a little bit of...cheating. You know, like some guy on the swimming team being a little RAPEY with a drunken co-ed behind a garbage dump.

If the crime is massive enough (let's point to Dr. Larry Nassar, the touchy-feely guy who examined underage Olympians), then there's no room for "Was that wrong?"

Larry couldn't pull a George Costanza after fingering and abusing dozens of girls on examining tables. He still felt that maybe he was misunderstood? Should get off with a light sentence?

Nice to see that the New York Mets reacted to Beltran in the "old school" way, like the Black Sox Scandal of yore. Then again, Carlos the Jackal may have already given them second thoughts about his incompetence, lack of morality, and high price for a marquee name.

Meanwhile, oddsmakers say Trump will win a second term, despite the impeachment.

Saturday, January 4, 2020

Mort Sahl - 92 in 2020 - and 78 people are viewing...and no, Groucho was NOT HANDCUFFED

The holidays. People are busy doing so many thing, like cutting down trees to put in their homes. Buying stuff. Buying more stuff. Eating a lot. Enduring family get-togethers for the sake of the kiddies, or for a hoped-for banquet of food, and a few presents...

So let's say that the dismal ratings for Mort Sahl streaming on something called Periscope.TV have something to do with the holidays. The Thursday after New Year's, 78 people watched. On December 19th, 57 people did. On December 12th, 46.

Since taking over from Mort's actual manager, and setting up a website to have total control, the woman behind Mort for the past few years has managed to get him booked -- nowhere except at a tiny theater she runs. That's every Thursday, for an hour, in front of a few dozen people. It's sad that live streaming on the Internet doesn't increase the number by very much. What, 20 or 30 people in the theater, and 57 or 78 watching online?

It's a bit sad, because Mort's still pretty sharp at 92. Yes, he'll use references to Sam Kenton, old Burt Lancaster movies, and of course, find some excuse to discuss Kennedy, but he's also aware of guys named Biden and Trump. Problem? If people really want to hear about current events, they can watch Stephen Colbert every night with his fleet of writers giving him a ton of material. There's also Bill Maher and many others.

People have gotten used to the Carson and Leno style of FAST jokes, not parenthetical anecdotes, and the number of quotable and accessible JOKES from Sahl was never high.

Fans who like Mort, or want to hear vintage tales of Kennedy seem to number less than 92. His own age.

There are some interesting things in Mort’s shows, if you can actually hear them (he’s not wearing a microphone, so it’s camcorder-ambience). There are also plenty of his "actual if not factual" anecdotes that either didn't happen at all, or didn't happen to him.

A recent mutter about Groucho Marx, which the audience took as fact, was particularly disappointing, even coming from a guy known to smirk about whether people should actually believe him, or just accept him as a "boat rocker" and somebody who is basically known for being a comedian and not a lecturer.

He told me once that he liked to attribute gags to dubious people (like Alexander Haig) because he didn't want his monologues to just include stories that made him look witty. I suppose the other part of that, is that turning dullards into wits helped raise his profile among the powerful. Haig had to enjoy being mentioned, and being quoted as a clever satirist.

On the January 2 show, Mort name-drops (among many others) “Woody Allen…who is many ways is my best friend.”

Well, yes, Woody was always a fan. Early on, Woody was rightly in awe of Sahl's pioneering style of tuxedo-less quips, ad-libs and parenthetical digressions. That informal behavior gave Allen hope that he too could attract hip crowds who didn't want to see Jack Carter or Jan Murray being slick.

Mort didn't always say "friendly" things about Woody Allen. In "Heartland," (page 110) he writes: "I was his patron saint. He sat at my feet at the Copacabana one night in 1959 and asked me how to get into show business."

Mort mentioned that his bookings had dwindled because he kept talking about the Warren report and Kennedy's death. Like Lenny Bruce reading from legal texts and trial transcriptions, nightclub audiences were sympathetic -- up to a point. Quoth Mort:

“I asked him if he was aware of why I wasn’t more active, and he said, “You can find work — you can always write a book about the assassination I should have beat the hell out of him, but it looks like somebody did already.”

Fortunately, Woody, like Steve Allen, me, and many others, accepted that Mort was an “iconoclast,” who would insult anyone. Woody also knew it was in Mort's nature to be difficult for no reason, and stick somebody on the "enemy's list" also for no reason. Or a half-baked one. As one long-time friend of his put it, "I don't go chasing Mort. I don't ask what I did wrong. If he stops returning calls, I wait until he calls me." It might take six months, a year, or never. For an iconoclast, the man shows great sensitivity in feeling wounded by another iconoclast (such as John Simon one memorable talk show night) or by a critic not wholly positive in a newspaper review.

Despite the various digs against him, Woody remained loyal to Mort, and put his money where his heart and admiration were. And if anything is going to convince you that you’ve got a friend, it’s getting a six figure check to bail you out of your financial troubles.

The "actual if not factual" stories usually have some basis in truth; they just get twisted in the re-telling.

There’s the story he loved to tell about being on a plane with Kennedy when there was turbulence. Mort says that the plane dipped and he ended up falling forward, sliding toward where Kennedy was seated. Kennedy said, “What do you think if we really piled this up?” Mort: “I hesitate to speculate.” Kennedy points to him: “Your name would be in very small type!”

Funny. Yes. True. Yes. But it didn't happen to Mort. The book “Presidential Anecdotes” has this tale, but the incident is attributed to Kennedy and one of the beat reporters. Mort just did an audio-Photoshop and inserted his head.

Now, about that Groucho Marx story.

Mort confided this to his audience during the January 2nd show: “I was with him one night on PBS in Hollywood. (An interviewer asked) “Mr. Marx what do you think would make America a better ocuntry?” And Groucho said, “First you’d have to kill Nixon.” And the FBI came out of the wings and arrested him. They handcuffed him. Government authority is not shy about exercising its power….”

Sahl fans are drawn to him because he's a self-proclaimed insider. He knows everyone. He's written scripts for every major star. He's banged a Playboy centerfold, Batgirl Yvonne Craig, Tippi Hedren. He knows every conspiracy theory, including the time (on "The Dick Cavett Show") he claimed to have evidence of a homosexual conspiracy to only hire their own for ballet and opera.

His audience had to figure Mort was there, saw Groucho get led away in handcuffs, and this was yet another example from Sahl's dossier of FBI fascism and bullying. Right?

Why else would he not only say it, but say it as an eye-witness?

BUT...

Did you ever read about Groucho Marx being led away in handcuffs by the FBI?

Groucho never said so. Because it didn't happen.

Here's Groucho (page 151 of "The Marx Brothers Scrapbook") mildly recalling the incident:

"I voted for McGovern. I'd love to get Nixon out of office. In fact I once made a statement in which I said that the only thing that could save this country is the assassination of Nixon. I shouldn't have said that because I don't really believe in assassination. I beleive in votes. If you've got the wrong man in office you should vote him out of office. You shouldn't kill him. Now he's in his second term. Luckily he can only run two times...."

You'd think Groucho would've mentioned that the FBI grabbed him while he was on PBS and carted him off in handcuffs...if it had happened.

What's factual is that Groucho was interviewed not on TV or radio, but by a kid working for an underground newspaper.It seems Groucho may not have even realized he was being interviewed for the record; he may have thought he was just tolerating a fan who wanted to have a few minutes of his time.

The guy asked Groucho about Nixon and wrote down this quip: “I think the only hope this country has is Nixon’s assassination.”

The incident is quoted (page 101) of David Greenberg's book, "Nixon's Shadow." He writes:

"In May 1971, editors of the underground paper Flash interviewed Groucho Marx...mischievously, the editors high-lighted the quote in synidcating the piece to underground papers..."Marx (the one we love) Says Nixon's Assassination Is the Country's Only Hope," read one headline. When no one came to arrest Groucho, Paul Krassner, the puckish editor of The Realist, facetiously complained to the government about the double standard applied to (Black Panther David) Hilliard..." United States Attorney James L. Browning Jr. wrote the following back to Paul, pointing out the difference between a member of the Black Panther party advocating murder, and Groucho Marx:

“It is one thing to say that "I (or we) will kill Richard Nixon" when you are the leader of an organization which advocates killing people and overthrowing the Government; it is quite another to utter the words which are attributed to Mr. Marx, an alleged comedian. It was the opinion of both myself and the United States Attorney in Los Angeles (where Marx’’s words were alleged to have been uttered) that the latter utterance did not constitute a "true" threat.”

OK, Mort is no longer a "true threat" to the government, and that goes from the Reagan administration to the present. Still, it's quite amazing to be still performing at all, even if it's an informal talk and a Q&A session that has the devotees home in time to make dinner. It's just a bit weird that somebody showing that dinner on Facebook or Instagram might get more views and likes than Mort does on Periscope.

Not So Great Moments in Music #8429

Failed Music Acts #58923

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

My Name is Michael Caine

New year, same question.

The End of a Publishing Era - so goes SONNY MEHTA so goes books

"Born at the right time," Sonny Mehta rose to prominence when BOOKS were respected and revered, authors could be both best-selling AND literary, and thanks to him, when they could get paid a living wage. And more.

Under his leadership, various book companies became influential, trend-setting, and successful, and his list of authors he signed and nurtured is most impressive. At the top of the list, in my opinion? My sister.

In her case, I do have to credit her agent, "Six Figure Molly" as she used to be known, for bring her to Sonny's attention. But it was Sonny, at Knopf, who outbid Harper, and landed that first book for not too far from a six figure advance.

There are few literary agents who are out there hunting for talent, or who recognize it when a manuscript crosses their desk. Fewer will read that manuscript with enthusiasm AND an eye for making it not only an easier sell, but a better book. Maxwell Perkins was legendary for doing that. A few others did over the years, but not many.

Now? If you look at the best seller list, it's dominated by the same idiot names, who write the same idiot book over and over again, and a year later, that book is in all the thrift shops for a dollar a copy. Where are the new writers? And, more importantly for all the writers...where is the money? The best-seller list used to mean hundreds of thousands of copies sold. Now the number is far less. More and more people want a cheap download, and even more know how to get a pirated one for a buck or two (just go to eBay, type in an author's name and EBOOK or PDF) or, FREE.

Sonny was aware of how the publishing world was crumbling just like the music world did, when CDs gave way to mp3 and Spotify. At a time when PDF, ePub and Kindle means more to most people than having a shelf of wonderful books, and even beautiful large format art books were no longer selling, Sonny shrugged: "We're part of something that is very large but we concentrate on our way of doing things. It may be illusory to insulate oneself from it all, but we try."

Build it and they will come? Publish it and they will buy? I'm sure Sonny would've wanted to have stuck around for another ten years, even if it meant that trying wasn't the same as succeeding, and that more and more of his authors were getting less and less money, and budget cuts had to be made at the office.

Mehta, son of an Indian diplomat, traveled the world before settling down in England, where he received a scholarship to St. Catherine's College. His career took off when, at only 24, he was hired by Granada Publishing and put in charge of a new imprint, Paladin. Germaine Greer and Hunter S. Thompson were some of his imports, and Douglas Adams became a top star. Sonny's next launch was Picador, which was home to Salmon Rushdie, Graham White, Ian McEwan and many more.

In a bold move, Mehta crossed the pond in 1987 to take over Alfred E. Knopf, one of the most prestigious literary publishers in America. Under his direction, Knopf enhanced its reputation by netting even more Nobel and Pulitzer prizes, and more important for the bottom line, stars on the Best Seller list. The most famous names in the world wanted the Knopf imprint on their books: Bill Clinton, Tony Blair, Margaret Thatcher, George H. Bush, Ken Burns, Steig Larssson, Michael Crichton, and even Pope John Paul II. And yes, there was "North of Montana" by April Smith, the first of the Ana Grey thrillers.

Like the San Andreas Fault, which rumbles now and then and threatens to toss some of California into the ocean, there were rumbles in the publishing world. The "pocket book," the small paperback that became so popular in the 40's and 50's, sputtered in the 70's and 80's and went extinct. The "trade paperback" emerged instead, slightly smaller than the original hardcover. Was this a good thing? Maybe. Maybe not. A new generation of morons who couldn't leave their comic books under the bed, or just toss them in the trash, refused to read a book if it didn't have pictures on every page. Thus, the "graphic novel" was hatched. Sonny Mehta tried to deal with this, and remain literary, and "Maus" was one of the more prestigious titles in this infantile genre.

And then came Jeff Bezos and his killer KINDLE. Why spend $19.95 or $24.95 on a beautiful hardcover you can keep proudly on your shelf, and even get signed, when for $9.95 you can download a blip? Hey hey, with video games, comic books and NETFLIX, isn't the whole concept of a "book" pretty old-fashioned? Especially if it's not another thriller, romance book or geeky sci-fi or fantasy item? Isn't meta-entertainment something you get on your laptop or your cellphone, and better than what Mehta was providing to bookstores? Bookstores. There are few of those. And there is no Publisher/Editor like Sonny Mehta.