CATCHING UP

posted to Rappaport's Notebook by Robert Rappaport

Sorry for the lack of blogging, but a vacation and some internal changes here at AZPM have been keeping me busy and offline. Now, let’s catch up.

It was a busy weekend here at Arizona Public Media, with our organization getting a lot of attention over the only scheduled Tucson debate between the Republican U.S. Senate Candidates, with J.D. Hayworth and Jim Deakin getting a chance to say why they think John McCain should not be re-elected to the post, while McCain had a chance to say why he should stay in office. Honestly, I’ve only seen bits and pieces of it at this point. If you haven’t seen it yet, or would like to see it again, we have the whole thing online here.

We also have launched our new Election 2010 Page, where you can learn all about the candidates and see a schedule of upcoming debates.

Many on-air changes are on the horizon as well, but I’ll save that topic for another blog, as we get closer to implementation.

THE KIDS ARE UP AT NIGHT!

posted to Inside TV by Susie Hernandez

Genius idea--dinosaurs and trains? Wish I had thought of Dinosaur Train!

A viewer recently asked, "One mystery: You have a KIDS channel, 27.2. Why do I have to run into kids programming on 6.1?"

Great question! Why indeed! Well, for one, a lot of folks don't know we have a 24/7 kids channel! The great news is that the word is getting out.

We are one of the few PBS stations in the country that are getting enough viewers on our digital channels that we get ratings reported to us from Nielsen. I can’t share with you the data due to Nielsen contractual agreements but will give you an overview. I think you may find this interesting because I know some of you wonder why don’t we have more kids programs on PBS-HD and why do we have a 24/7 children’s station.

While reviewing the numbers, I looked at the ratings for one of our newest channels, PBS Kids (Ch 27.2) to see where the kiddies were tuning in. In February 2010 we got our first book of ratings. In that first book, the PBS Kids channel got a lot of viewers in the daytime and nowhere else! In May, our second book came in and PBS Kids had a lot of viewership again in the morning and daytime but jumped up from 8 PM to 11PM.

You read this right. In terms of ratings, there are a lot of kids watching our Kids Channel at 10 PM! I’m glad they have this channel to turn to versus the other fare available at 10 PM!

So why even have any children’s programming on PBS-HD? In short, PBS HQ requires it. We air just over the minimum requirement and are happy that we are able to provide a 24/7 channel devoted to the best of what public media has to offer on PBS Kids. We also have also loads of episodes and games online.

Last summer I tried two different themes: Armchair Vacation and Armchair Thrillers. Armchair Vacation featured Nature, Globetrekker and other lighter shows that featured an exotic or fun destination. The series aired immediately after Charlie Rose from 2 to 3 PM weekdays. Armchair Thrillers featured mysteries from the BBC. Thrillers picked up where Vacation left off from 2 to 3 PM weekdays.

This summer I kept the popular AZPM “soap opera” Ballykissangel from 2 to 3 PM but had to bring back Armchair Thrillers due to popular response. This meant I had to replace some of the children’s programs that normally aired after BallyK with Armchair Thrillers. (Yes, there were some calls from parents!)

Every weekday this summer from 3 to 4 PM sometimes to 4:30 or 5, depending on the length of the mystery, we are airing Armchair Thrillers. We’ve done it for a few weeks now. If you are watching it, thank you! If you have a child that misses their favorite show, please let me introduce you to a terrific 24/7 PBS Kids channel and our Kids website where loads of videos and games are available anytime. (smile)

So what am I looking forward to this fall in terms of children’s programming? Sesame Street has a great season ahead. The Cat in the Hat show featuring the voice talent of Martin Short looks wonderful and a new season of Dinosaur Train is going full steam ahead. What isn’t returning? I’m sad to report that Maya and Miguel are not on the national schedule anymore. We will bring it back as an exclusive Kids Channel program in 2011.

As I reviewed the latest from PBS HQ on the new children’s programming lineup that will begin this fall, I was combing over our ratings for the kids block on PBS-HD (Ch 6) to see if the shows leaving the schedule were ones dipping in viewership. They were and I’m glad PBS made some adjustments (minor adjustments, I promise!).

Stay tuned,

Susie

CHARLES MACKERRAS

posted to Cue Sheet by James Reel

Sir Charles Mackerras succumbed to cancer last night at age 84. Not that he was unappreciated or unnoticed, but he was perhaps the greatest underrated conductor of our time. Mackerras’ performances did not seethe with individuality under the fire of his own forceful personality, but they did seethe with the personality of the particular composer at hand. As I wrote some years ago, when one listened to a Mackerras recording, one didn’t sit back and sigh, “Ah, Mackerras.” One sighed “Ah, Mozart” or “Ah, Janácek.” He had a knack for getting to the essence of whatever score he was conducting, and conveying it with both conviction and flair (but never self-aggrandizing flair).

In the 1940s, he studied in Prague with the great Czech conductor Vaclav Talich, and while he was there he mastered the rather difficult Czech language. This certainly helped him master the idiom of Janácek, whose music is tied to Czech speech inflections, but it also seems to have given Mackerras special insight into the idiomatic inflection of all kinds of other music—those telling little bits of emphasis and holding back, the balance of voices, the particular ebb and flow and phrasing peculiar to the works of each great composer. Yes, he was the leading Janácek conductor of our time, but he also produced a superb Mozart symphony cycle for Telarc. His recording of Sheherazade for that label is an act of dynamic storytelling that can stand alongside the classic version by Fritz Reiner. His Brahms symphony cycle, especially the first three symphonies, is heartfelt, dramatic and expressive without ever becoming self-indulgent.

You can read an obituary here, and a tribute here, and find much-deserved words of praise all over the blogosphere today.

THE SENSUOUS BIBLIOPHILE

posted to Cue Sheet by James Reel

Waiting for the rains to come—which probably won’t happen until I leave on vacation at the end of this week—reminds me of a lovely rainy day I spent in Portland in the late 1990s, including a visit to a wonderful book store, which reminds me that I have an old essay that touches on that rainy day stockpiled and available as blog fodder. Just remember that I wrote this at least 10 years ago for an e-zine that no longer exists.

The Sensuous Bibliophile

We bibliophiles like to think of ourselves as several cuts above the television addict, intellectually and perhaps morally. Reading connects us to a wider world of ideas than does lowest-common-denominator TV programming; the act of moving our eyes across a page and processing the words thereon engages us more fully than sitting passively before the tube. And so on. Or, as the TV fan would say, yadda yadda yadda.

Yet, in our relationships with books themselves, we turn out to be every bit as vulnerable to sensory stimulation—not to mention every bit as manipulative, domineering, and even perverted—as the average drooling couch potato whose greatest contribution to society is to withdraw from it.

Inveterate readers can be ghouls. We peruse mail-order lists of remaindered books, tsk over the brief shelf life of certain admired authors, and stifle a whimper of outrage that their worthy hardcovers are being sacrificed so quickly in the hope that cheap paperback incarnations will keep the titles active a few more months. But then we remember that we can now acquire this stuff for one-quarter the list price. Bring on the order blank, and the schadenfreude. It's like visiting the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, reverently poring over the inscribed names, then zipping over to Arlington National Cemetery to dig up a few graves.

All right, so it isn't that awful. We are, after all, discussing books, which, despite our sentimental fantasies, are merely commodities. Yet they can seem so much more than that—not when their titles are listed in some catalog, or when their bibliographic information surfaces during a journey to the mighty Amazon.com, but when wood pulp actually meets fingertips.

Nowhere is this more true than in a bookstore. Libraries, too, are good places to come face to fascicle with a fine volume, but there the encounter is fleeting. At a library you meet a nice book, escort it out to lunch, engage it in a desultory two-week affair, but you cannot grow old with that book beside you. Soon it must return to the library shelf, ready for the next pick-up. Eventually, through its habitual promiscuity, the library book will lose its freshness, trade its glitzy, commercial but fragile binding for something sturdy and generic, and begin to smell. The library is a brothel of books.

A bookstore, in contrast, lures the reader who is both inquisitive and acquisitive. No book is more seductive than when it beckons from the retail shelf, because it can be not merely borrowed, but possessed. And so can the book next to it, and the books across the aisle. Used and antiquarian volumes have their allure, but new books are particularly irresistible. The bindings are stiff, the pages white and crisp. The novels don't automatically fall open to the sex scenes.

During a recent 24-hour visit to Portland, Oregon, I made my first pilgrimage to what is often called the finest bookstore west of the Mississippi, Powell's City of Books. It was a quick tour—I'd fed the parking meter enough to satisfy it for only 42 minutes, and didn't realize the store had its own free garage until I was driving away. The rain came down heavily that morning; perfect weather for book browsing. For the lover of books, rain is the ultimate make-out music.

Powell's purveys one million new and used volumes in its 43,000 square feet. Yet—and this is essential for a bookstore, something that well-intentioned chains like Borders and Barnes & Noble can't manage—the place felt intimate. It was sectioned off into many rooms on different levels, and the shelves rose high toward the ceiling. Here, you felt you could be alone with a book for a few minutes, getting to know it privately before making what could be a life-long commitment.

(In case you're wondering, I made it out with only three books: Peter Esterhazy's novel The Book of Hrabal, which I'd specifically sought, and a couple of cookbooks encountered by accident, one of them devoted to vegetarian Lebanese cuisine. I elected not to lug home the hefty, newly-issued second volume of the Cambridge Illustrated History of the Middle Ages because I was already travelling with several books. One of them was Bernard Malamud's A New Life, a wonderful campus satire set in a fictionalized version of Oregon State University in Corvallis, which was my next destination. And, yes, judging from the preponderance of aggie-jock buildings, the school still seems to be the same liberal arts-deficient place Malamud skewered four decades ago. And the central town is just as lovely, and the surrounding farmland and mountains as compelling, as Malamud described.)

So we commit to a book, and purchase it. Or, more likely, we purchase several, polygamously. (Those of us who restrict ourselves to reading one book at a time might be more charitably regarded as serial monogamists.) Then, when we get our lovely acquisitions home, what horrors we subject them to.

Some of us crowd them into unstable piles in the corner, on a chair, or under a bed, without thought of preserving their physical integrity. Others force them to stand straight up on hard boards, sometimes even insisting that their spines be perfectly aligned side by side. (I count myself as one such tyrant, as do the people at the world headquarters of Bancroft & Associates, the not entirely disinterested presenters of this column.)

Oh, and the abuse some books must endure: marking, staining, ripping, page-folding, spine-cracking.

This is the price the book must pay for being a desirable physical object—a commodity. Of course, we also value the book for its intellectual content, which provides this form of physical gratification a dimension not associated with rolling naked in money or frolicking with erotic toys. Yet, fundamentally, it is the book's corporeality that attracts us right there in the store or library. Otherwise, we'd read the classics strictly online, and seek the latest fiction only at the cineplex.

NPR DOWNSIZES ... ITS NAME

posted to Cue Sheet by James Reel

This edict came down several weeks ago, but it's just now seeping into the public consciousness via this Washington Post short: National Public Radio is now simply NPR, because these days it's so much more than just radio. Interesting quote from the article: "There's a little bit of tension in those three initials. NPR's affiliates, which contribute about 40 percent of NPR's $154 million operating budget, are still primarily in the radio business. Some station managers have grumbled that NPR has invested in digital operations at the expense of more and better radio programs."

PRESS RELEASES

posted to Cue Sheet by James Reel

Over the past couple of years, event presenters have gradually given up on paper press releases and switched to e-mail, which is what I (and most media people these days) prefer. Perversely, though, at KUAT-FM we end up printing out one-page info sheets for each event to use in our little arts calendar segments, which occupy all of 15 seconds at a time.

The problem I've been encountering recently is the profusion of fancy HTML press releases that, as laid out, require three or four pages to print, and at any rate require a lot of copy-and-paste work to get into a Word document suitable for our use at the radio station. If you handle publicity for an arts organization, please, please provide a plain-text option. Oh, and instead of sending your announcements directly to me, please route them to artscalendar@azpm.org, so they can be shared among the staffers, including the guys at KUAZ.