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    Last fall, in conjunction with that music issue we did, there was an Up The Charts poll on our website which asked: Who is your all time favorite Minnesota band/musician? Well, weren’t we surprised to see Tina and the B-Sides fans come out in full-force, taking away top honors. (This was probably due to an email solicitation to the band’s fan list, but ah well.) Hoping there’s still Tina fans lingering about our humble site, I toss to thee a bone: Tina’s playing the T-Rock tonight, this as part of Rock For Roe, or celebrating the anniversary of the Roe v. Wade.

  • Jason Lewis & Talk Theory

    I’ve been cautioned to be careful with this. Schadenfreude, though a lovely sounding word, is unseemly. Its supposedly beneath a responsible adult. But what the hell is a media blogger supposed to do when confronted with the train wreck ratings for KTLK-FM (100.3), where I very briefly co-hosted a show? I mean, come on kids, this is news!

    KTLK is one of gargantuan media empire Clear Channel’s experiments with FM talk. The way it was supposed to go was Clear Channel would steal Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity away from rival local stations, in this case KSTP-AM, (Clear Channel owns Limbaugh’s syndicator, Premiere Radio Network), and build a kind of instant dynasty in what the radio industry blithely refers to as “news-talk”. In reality of course these stations provide very little in the way of news, (Fox News is a punch line, not a news service), they do precious little original local reporting, and 95% of the talk is pretty much of the hard-right, mostly bullshit vein we’ve all heard for years and years ad nauseum.

    In a very significant gamble, Twin Cities Clear Channel managers negotiated a deal, rumored to be worth $300k/per year for five years, to bring Jason Lewis, once a solid performer for KSTP-AM, back from exile in Charlotte, NC. Tragically, this meant tossing my partner, Sarah Janecek and myself out on the streets.

    So what happens? More specifically, what happens through October, November and December 2006? Through the teeth and aftermath of another hotly contested election? With endless opportunities for impugning the patriotism, sanity and toilet training of liberals?

    According to the quarterly Arbitron ratings report, KTLK, home of Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Jason Lewis and various bizarre, late night Fox News fungal species, delivered an anemic 2.1 share of the Twin Cities radio market, good enough for … 18th place among adults 25-54 listening from 3pm to 7 pm. (The station is 13th with a 2.6 share through Limbaugh’s midday shift — virtually tied with Air America on AM 950, and 21st, with a microscopic 0.9 share through morning drive.)

    It would be a monumental understatement to say that expectations for both the station and Lewis were much higher. Now in fact, the hourly breakdown of these ratings won’t be available for another couple days, which means KTLK may argue that the abysmal ratings for 3-to-7, which is two hours of Sean Hannity (3-to-5) and two hours of Lewis, (5-to-7), is all Hannity’s fault. And maybe that is so. But, bad as I am with math, it seems to me Hannity would pretty much have had to turn off the mike and play dead air in order for Lewis’s audience to “lift” them to a 2.1 share.

    By the way, that 2.1 share/18th ranking puts KTLK in a tie with MPR’s “classical music service” on KSJN, and two notches BELOW, “The Lori & Julia Show” on FM 107.1, (a.k.a. “The Chick Station”). Meanwhile, MPR’s “news service” ranked 8th with a 5.0 share, and Clear Channel’s country station, K102, led the pack in afternoon drive, with a 7.2 share.

    Now, I make jokes about the Arbitron diary keeping process. In the radio business people are often heard saying how all it takes is, “two drunks in a trailer court”, to skew the numbers all over the place. So yes, everything could change when the current quarter’s numbers come out in April. But KTLK’s audience appeal has remained more or less constant since the station debuted in January ’06, replacing Smooth Jazz. It is beginning to look like a 2-to-3 share is pretty much reality … for a radio property that has been the beneficiary of a wholly unprecedented year-long billboard campaign valued at nearly $1 million. (KTLK’s parent company, Clear Channel, owns the billboards you see all over town, which means they don’t have to pay rent on them, but I’m just talking value here … and those billboards will most likely disappear once Clear Channel goes private and cleaves off its’ outdoor advertising arm).

    Because the fate of KTLK will be a fascinating story to watch over the next few months, I’ll spare you my deep analysis of what has happened so far. But I ask, what do YOU think is going on when the established, franchise lions of fog and spin generate so little business through an election season? Is the audience for run-of-the-mill “news/talk”, (i.e. “Fox News”/ludicrous spin), abandoning it just as average Republicans have abandoned George W. Bush’s failed presidency? Does that mean, as some of us have long said, that the fundamental emotional appeal of “news/talk’s” bloviating gurus is their delivery of bullshit triumphalism? And that people have had enough bullshit? Or has the rancid partisanship of the past dozen years — goosed in large part by Limbaugh et al and “hot talk” — finally turned off the public, leaving only the delusional core?

    I don’t know. But when a proven act like Lewis comes back to town, with a hefty paycheck and more road signage than I-35 and his audience is so small he’s two rungs down the ladder from “The Current” (MPR’s eclectic pop act, at 89.3), something significant is going on.

    Here’s the rankings for afternoon drive, adults 25-54, Oct.-Dec. ’06.

    1. K102 7.2
    2. KSTP-FM 6.1
    3. KTIS-FM 5.5
    4. KQRS 5.5
    5. WLTE 5.4
    6. KSTP-AM 5.2
    7. Jack FM 5.2
    8. KNOW 5.0
    9. Cities97 4.9
    10 KFAN 4.9
    11 KOOL108 4.5
    12 93X 4.1
    13 WCCO 3.6
    14 KDWB 3.1
    15 “Current”2.4
    16 FM107 2.4
    17 B96 2.2
    18 KTLK 2.1
    19 KSJN-FM 2.1
    20 AM950 1.8

  • Snobbery

    I recently suffered through a wine and cheese party at Lutsen. I met two investment bankers (I have nothing against investment bankers) who had just turned 40. Our conversation immediately focused on lines and distinctions. The talk centered upon Denver, where one of the bankers had grown up. I mentioned where I have my office and he tried to discern (not ask) exactly where it was located. I never thought about this much, till he pestered me for landmarks. The dude was nice enough, but his questioning had a subtle pugnacity that made me flinch.

    I quickly turned the conversation away from Denver and inquired about his office in Minneapolis (as I had heard he worked downtown). His office, he informed me, was in the building previously called the First Bank Tower, “designed by I.M. Pei,” he added.

    I recalled that that I.M. Pei had indeed designed this tower and that to me it remains a forgettable work, with marble the color of a Don Johnson blazer from Miami Vice days (first season). He also said something about only “3 buildings” in Minneapolis being worthy of a successful enterprise. His yardstick of architectural worthiness seemed to center on height.

    Needless to say I did not bring up the Japanese-penned masterpiece that is the old Northwestern National Life building.

    And, being the uttter snob that he was, I refused to talk about cars.

  • Cold Dish

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    So by now you know that Five has closed its doors permanently. So has Levain. Two foodie institutions gone, but why?

    Some people might take this opportunity to wax rhapsodic on the state of the scene, and apply huge, sweeping generalizations about what society is up to, just so that they can be The Expert, the One Who Gets It.

    But that bugs me. Because there’s so much more than a quick bite going on here.

    To say that people are still eating out but “avoiding the trendy and the tres innovative” and then list a few recent closings is like licking the icing off a cupcake and then denouncing it for having no substance.

    In at least four of the five restaurants listed after the above statement, there were some SERIOUS leadership issues that largely contributed to their demise. The people running the restaurant, not the people eating in the restaurant are the ones to blame when it closes. Why can’t people get that through their head?

    There are plenty of people in these cities who look for the trendy and the innovative, but yes, you have to actually WORK at making sure they return!

    The restaurant business is a cycle, the ones who have a good sense of self (leadership) and an even better sense of the guest (service) are the ones who will survive the dips. The ones who care mostly for their reputations or their personal cash-flow have lost sight of being humble in the eyes of the eater, and thereby successful.

  • The real nice clambake!

    Ce weekend, la: Nautilus Music-Theater’s production of Carousel opens at the Southern, and I wouldn’t even be mentioning the silly clambake song or the slap that “felt like a kiss” if not for the standup crew involved in putting this thing together–not just Nautilus mastermind Ben Krywosz, but also great local singers like Bradley Greenwald and Jennifer Baldwin Peden. Also, over at Creative Electric Studios there’s an exhibit that at first sounds kind of pointless, but pulls on the heartstrings of this shopper-on-a-budget no less: Wyatt Mcdill’s Past Lives: Thrift Store Ephemera, in which the photographer highlights all the second-hand crap he bought over the years. (The opening reception’s tomorrow between 6:30 and 11 p.m.) And the rest of the weekend, as far as I’m concerned, is silence…

  • Two Busted Kings and A Little Princess

    Old Joy and Pan’s Labyrinth

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    Old Joy, 2006. Directed by Kelly Reichardt, written by Reichardt and Jonathan Raymond. Starring Daniel London and Will Oldham.

    Now showing at the Oak Street Cinema.

    Old Joy begins with a phone call between friends. Mark (Daniel London) is seen talking with his old college pal Kurt (Will Oldham) about a last minute camping trip. The conversation is awkward, a discussion between two people whose relationship, you already notice, is on the wane. Mark wants to take the trip, but why? Well, perhaps it is because he needs a break–a hiatus from his pregnant wife (who wonders about this mysterious friend from her husband’s past), from his job, from his life. Mark is a man about to take a very important journey into fatherhood. He is lost, and needs to get grounded again.

    Old Joy is about nothing more than a camping trip between two friends, a pair of men who met in college and had an intense friendship, of long talks and shared observation, and have since watched, baffled, as their lives divided on the road to adulthood. In the hands of Kelly Reichardt, Old Joy is a quiet, ruminative film, a small blessing for those of us battered by CGI and Big Events on the big screen, soundtracks blaring and actors strutting. Here, you walk with her characters through the Oregon forests, you listen to their quiet admissions, stare at the trees and the sky. Like a hike with a good friend, you come away refreshed, and perhaps a bit frustrated that life is not always this calm.

    Kurt promises his friend Mark that there is a hot spring nestled in one of the old growth forests in rural Oregon. They drive. Along the way, they talk, just as old friends do. And Reichardt subtly, so subtly, gives us the details of these two friends: Kurt is a wanderer, utterly confused about the world he lives in, trying to figure out how to survive. He wants life to reflect the beliefs he developed in college. Mark has embraced the rush to adulthood. He has a child on the way, political talk radio fills his car–and he is the one who has the house, who has the car that runs, whose possessions don’t fill an old beaten-up van.

    Kurt has lost his way literally at first, missing an overgrown path that leads to the spring. Mark shows his frustration, calling his wife, complaining to her and lying to Kurt about his anger. Unable to find the springs, they spend their first night sleeping on an old abandoned couch in the woods, watching the embers from their fire climb into the clear night sky. They talk–about nothing, and about everything.

    Next morning, over breakfast, another call home, some reassurance, and then they light out and actually find the springs. Here, Kurt is in complete control, in his element, and the scenes are just beautiful, and moving. Reichardt’s camera is never intrusive, low to the ground, weighing down these scenes with a sweet gravity that we’ve all enjoyed on trips with close friends. The men relax, profoundly, and Kurt massages his friend’s shoulders, in a scene so fraught with tension–and it’s really not sexual–you’ll find yourself reeling.

    Old Joy might try your patience. If you dislike the characters, you won’t like the movie at all. But if you can embrace them, as I did, recognizing yourself and your friends in both, then you will be rewarded with a powerful experience. Neither character is given short shrift here–Kurt eventually finds the springs, and he was right, they are a transcendent experience. Mark has his feet more firmly planted on the ground, and in the city, at the end, we see that he is right back in control. Kurt is lost. He will always be lost.

    And perhaps that is the most heartbreaking thing about this movie, the inevitable loss of this friendship. Undoubtedly, these two will attempt to keep in touch, but they will drift. They have different lives, utterly different, and they need one another desperately. Mark’s more button-down world must have the release a trip with Kurt provides. And Kurt needs someone to help him maneuver the modern world. But these never last. Who among us doesn’t have that friend who seems to be a bit wild, too lost in this world, who won’t settle down? We travel down our road, and eventually stop seeing the landscape, the stars, or the water that rushes beneath the bridge. We scoff at those who stare, just as those who stare and wonder scoff at us for continuing to struggle, making a living and settling down. Reichardt understands there is magic in both worlds, and the division between the two is a matter of pure heartbreak.


    El Laberinto del Fauno (Pan’s Labyrinth), 2006. Written and directed by Guillermo del Toro. Starring Ivana Baquero, Adriana Gil, Sergi Lopez, Maribel Verdu, Alex Angulo, and Doug Jones.

    Now showing at the Uptown Theater.

    Briefly: If your children can endure a couple of scenes of violence, then Pan’s Labyrinth is an almost perfect fable for the young ones. This is the story of a little girl, Ofelia (Ivana Baquero, simply marvelous) who is shuffled off to a remote military outpost, where her pregnant mother Carmen (Adriana Gil) who is newly married to the vicious Capitan Vidal (Sergi Lopez–as complexly evil as Ralph Fiennes was in Schindler’s List). The girl falls deeply into a fantasy world, where she must perform three dangerous tasks in order to return as the princess of the underworld.

    A friend told me that one of his colleagues was disappointed in the lack of magic in this film. Unfortunately, what was meant was that there is a lack of Narnia overkill–Pan’s is not the ticket for the hordes of fantasy fans everywhere seeking monsters and battles and fairy dust. True, Pan’s Labyrinth, like Del Toro’s Devil’s Backbone before it, has little CGI–you get most of it in the previews!–but it is rich with characters, plot, and metaphor. And it is sad, and hardly triumphant. But it will make you think; it will make your children think. Perhaps they will emerge shaken, and have bad dreams. And you might just have to talk them through this, have to use this little story to help them to understand this big, often cruel and beautiful world. You will have to wrestle with their curiosity, and their difficult questions. Is that so bad?

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  • Top Chef 2

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    I’ve been watching the second season of Top Chef, but I haven’t had that much to comment about. Last year I felt I could defend Tiffani because I’d met her, but this year I don’t really care about anybody.

    Maybe that’s the problem, I don’t seem to have a favorite, no one to root for. Hunky Sam is cute and all, but kinda doofy and his food hasn’t been all that impressive. I liked Ilan in the beginning, but he turned out to be arrogant with little backing it up. Elia is just plain odd, which could be a winning quality, but she keeps throwing her hands up and quitting. Marcel is annoying, yes, but I could suffer it if his food was astounding. Mostly, he’s just really green.

    I guess, if I had to put down a sawbuck, I’d bet on Sam. The fact that he didn’t take part in the meathead shenanigans of head shaving and that he seems more serious than the others gives him the advantage. He, of the remaining four, seems to know what is truly at stake.

    The hunkiness, like a nice fondant, just makes great TV.

  • And you thought your night at Orchestra Hall would be tame.

    A couple weeks back at a Minnesota Orchestra concert, when the band was playing 1812 Overture, some Brahms, and a Cello Concerto by Antal Dorai, word has it that a completely sloshed woman showed up and eventually had to be hauled out–and right in the middle of that Dorati concerto! According to an anonymous source inside the orchestra: “Most of us assumed she was sick and had collapsed or something, but according to our backstage crew, she had a good-sized bottle of booze in her purse which she was slugging from during the show, and had fallen asleep during the pause between pieces. She woke up with the applause that welcomed the [Dorati] soloist, and began laughing hysterically, even after the rest of the hall went silent. We started the piece, but she kept popping in with more laughter every few seconds, and eventually, ushers had to forcibly escort her out (she didn’t want to leave.) Osmo, with his back to the scene, knew something was up, but couldn’t turn to look. The soloist, Raphael Wallfisch, appeared to be watching the whole scene intently as he played.”

    Now that’s an example of poor concert hall etiquette! This is not to be interpreted as my invitation to the booze hounds of the world to go see the orchestra. I mean, I guess that’d be all right if you were the quiet, sleepy sort of drunk and all. But the line’s drawn where others’ concert experiences start to fizzle. Tsk-tsk. This has all been a roundabout way to plug the orchestra’s big concert this weekend, a Mozart and Schubert bill.

  • Ms. Moses' Mail …

    A generally reliable voice from within the Star Tribune’s reporting ranks defends Ms. Moses in the previously-posted back and forth e-mail spat with City Pages’ Steve Perry. Reliable Voice defends her on the grounds that she may actually be making a defensible argument. Voice argues that Moses probably saw that she was the only one among the Strib’s current managers willing to defend the tattered ship, but that she feared corporate repercussions because she does not have authority to speak for her peers and superiors.

    “The real problem here,” said Reliable Voice, “is that there’s no one running the place. What she said is probably true, as far as we know. But she’s not in the position of being able to say so publicly.”

    The tiff left me bemused, because of years of listening to newspaper managers parrot the high-minded virtues of transparency … as in “we are a public institution”, “let the public see how we function” and “FOR PUBLICATION”. If Moses, by all accounts a McClatchy corporate climber,is confident enough in her argument and as passionate about the Star Tribune as she says she is, she ought to do the virtuous thing and say what she believes is right and proper and corrective in a transparent, public way, McClatchy bureaucracy be damned. If she can’t summon the courage to go public, well then, maybe she ought to just CALL Perry … or put a sock in it.

    But the idea that you have this snippy back-and-forth and CC a bunch of reporters — OK, five not a dozen, sheesh — and think somehow no one will disclose anything to anyone beyond the perimeter is, uh, naive. McClatchy has pretty much torched the “loyalty” card in Minneapolis, and Moses ought to be smart enough to realize that.

    Any professional newspaper manager who thinks the wretches are unconditionally sympathetic to the McClatchy corporate predicament might want to buy a few rounds of drinks and see what they’re really thinking.

  • Free concerts and associations

    A couple good-lookin’ rock concerts to consider: 331‘s (free) Jackson’s Juke Joint show with Tom Hunter, chubby-cheeked Ron Sexsmith at the Varsity, the New Congress at Babalu, and the best new bands of 2006 showcase at First Ave. If you don’t care for a full-fledged concert but still got that hankering to hear great music, you might drop by Jake Rudh’s weekly Transmission dance party, a who’s-who event that, yes, is still going strong after so long. All in all, it’s looking to be a decent evening out.