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Tuesday, February 15, 2005

When a Door Closes, Make Lemonade

After a year of waiting, I was finally able yesterday to get an answer out of Public Radio International. They have passed on Next in the Series.

On the downside, that’s a year of my life I’ll never get back. On the plus side, I can now market the show elsewhere.

It would seem to be time to approach the big dog in the world of public radio, NPR. I have to fine-tune my proposal and presentation. I have to learn a bit more about NPR and the executive that I’m trying to pitch to. I don’t know if this will takes days, weeks, or months. Whatever it takes to get it right.

I’m also going to make more of an effort to get investors for the production company. If The Beefstake Mine Company is properly funded, getting NPR to distribute it would be easier.

Two steps at a time, right? That’s how you do it.


Robert G. Margolis said...

Ah, Len, I offer my regrets, I truly do. But, see, this what happens when you refuse to be "adult" in your writing and don't include such irresistably sure sell material as the frustrated (but commercially exploitable) adolescent sexual fantasies of a 50 year old unrepentant adolescent--oh say, like, two lesbian strippers reading Proust pruriently to a mentally handicapped homeless person who can't speak English.

The question Freud really should have asked is: "What do radio programmers want?" In any case, he should never have reduced women to an analytical question. All these years later after Freud, and a (allegedly) grown man can become a millionaire many times over by public treating women in ways he'd strangle another if his daughters were treated that way.

But I digress...only to find that I can't find anything else to say. Or, wait, maybe I can. The world in which Bullwinkle & Rocky, Fractured Fairy Tales, Peabody & Sherman inhabit, that's the world in which dedicated radio listeners are sitting around the family radio (it's on, of course), tuned in attentively and listening closely to every word of "Next In Series".

...No, I guess I was right the first time: I can't find anything else to say.

Anonymous said...

When God closes a door and opens a window I always suspect that it is because he has done something that he feels a bit sheepish about.

I hear that satellite radio is going to be big big big but I guess it didn't work out so well for Firesign. Still, I would like to see you at the company Xmas party with Howard Stearn. Perhaps there is a place for your radio show in television? Maybe one of those cable outfits where the FCC just doesn't care. With extremely dim lighting, it just might work!

Tyron Thuehalp

Len said...

Gentlemen question mark: (Sorry. I think I've got the Groucho mojo goin' this morning. And, yes, Mojo was the sixth Marx Brother, the one who died in infancy.)

Fear not. In the words of Leon Spinks, "I have not yet begun to fight."

the rejection I got made it plain that she thought my show was a good idea, but one that she was afraid would be difficult to sell right now. This is the problem with being in the forefront; people think that although they get it, no one else will.

I think I can refine my approach to get NPR on board eventually. I have a couple of tricks up my sleeve. No. Wait a second. That's Howard Stern! What's he doing in my sleeve? It looks like he's trying to get Camilla Parker-House Bowles to remove her blouse! Who'd a thunk it?

Mark, I've been thinking about satellite radio, and I think it's the new cable TV. They should be positioning themselves as the means of distribution, like Comcast or Cox, and not as the originators of programming. this is their mistake. Just take a gander at their lineups: It looks like Fred Sanford's back yard.

Robert G. Margolis said...

From the size of your sleeve, it sounds like you're also the guy who shot an elephant in his pajamas.

...That's the trouble with "right now", it's always a 'difficult sell', because it's so instantaneous, beyond conception and cliche, resistant to and eluding packaging. It's the "narrow gate", the "eye of the needle," and yet, too, it's the "gateless barrier" which lets everything in and keeps nothing out. So, "right now", who's to decide, and based on what exactly? As Chester Psalms has said, in a still unpublished episode, "The present is a pretense not a tense."

By the way, I heard Howard Stern was negotiating to do a live broadcast, from the wedding of Prince Charles and Camilla Parker-House Bowles, while inside Camilla's underpants.

Which is all by way of saying, Len, that I'm glad you'll still be out there pounding (and compounding) the means streets of distribution, sensible shoes that walk the straight and "right now" 'n all. Surely, there's bandwidth somewhere for "Next In The Series", and somewhere that won't you require you to jump on the bandwidth wagon.

Len said...

The conundrum that the radio establishment hasn't figured out yet is that radio's future is found in its past. Radio pioneered narrowcasting for t he last sixty years, but now it is time to cast a few broads again. They'll figure it out eventually. Let's just hope I live long enough to get to take advantage of it.

Robert G. Margolis said...


That last first sentence of yours, the one right above, that's what I was trying to say. Thank goodness, one of us knew! The 'future found in the past'--it's not just a play on words, though, as words, they play very well. It's a secret, it's a key; it's an imagination alchemy. Possibilities and directions unrealized; a great wealth and abundance of 'seeds', lost, or unplanted, or deliberately ignored (when, of course, not simply "incomprehensible), all in favor of a hybrid 'monoculture'. As you say, a 'past' that's anything but past; in some instances, so far ahead even the future is already a thing of the past.

Robert G. Margolis said...


You'll probably never guess what happened, so I'll tell you.

This morning, life handed be a bunch of lemons and I closed the door on them. Which of, course, broke their skins and released streams of lemon juice. The citric pong was so intense, I had to open a window. And that's when things really began to happen...

I'll never drink lemonade the same way again.

Len said...

Those lemons are tricky little devils. Full of pith, they also have zest and appeal. You were right to steer clear of them.

If life ever offers you a flaming bag of something, refuse delivery. At least that's my advice.

Robert G. Margolis said...

I've had La Vie Flambe, but never served in a bag. And, you say, one can get it delivered? Is that C. O. D. (Crap On Delivery)? Or by paying through the nose, in advance?

I once knew a great recipe for it served on a stick, but that recipe I left behind in another lifetime, in a box under the bed in a room of the Heartbreak Hotel, down on Desolation Row.

Len said...

I'm not an expert in these things, but I believe that it is also served on a shingle.

I've been down Desolation Row once or twice myself. Always found my way out, eventually. In fact, I've found thhat the entire Scarytown area is affordable, but lacking in amenities.

Miranda said...

Good luck with NPR. My car radio is always tuned to NPR :) My cd player, however, seems to be on a permanent diet of Keith Urban - LOL