I don't like naming the old Kiel Opera house "Peabody" and especially don't like the use "The Peabody". "The Peabody" is the hotel in nearby Memphis with the ducks. It's also a Nashville college that merged with Vanderbilt. (Plus an Alex Chilton record label! (-: ).
The official name is "The Peabody Opera House at The Henry W. Kiel Auditorium" but "The Peabody" will be ultimately what it gets called because that's the way they call everything around St. Louis, for example, "The Touhill". I wish they had been more forthright and called it the Peabody *Energy* Opera House. But they tried to have it both ways (corporate yet swishy) ... and it just ends up being ... like a lot of things around St. Louis ... HOOSIER.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Industry Folks Dont Want To Commit on Rebecca Black.
I was listening to MJ morning show this morning and they had Simon Cowell on. MJ brought up Rebecca black but didn't ask Simon the key question: does he think she's good or horrible. There is this guy who is famous for saying people are horrible, how could MJ neglect to ask that question?. Unless Simon didn't want to be asked. Industry people don't want to commit to say she's good or bad. They want to "reserve all rights".
Meanwhile Radio's a Total Racket. And 'Friday' Proves It...
Rebecca Black = Duchamps.
Meanwhile Radio's a Total Racket. And 'Friday' Proves It...
Rebecca Black = Duchamps.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Rebecca Black: A WAY better than average pop song, and a revolution to boot
So like millions of others, I tuned into Rebecca Black's "Friday" expecting to hate it.
You know what: I didn't hate it. In fact I liked it way better than most of the "modern pop" that washes ashore on my already overloaded musical plate. Liked it way better than Gaga, Train, Taylor Swift, Katy Perry .. you name it. It is something that I will probably watch again. Why? The utter lack of star-pretension. The acting like she and her friends are having a good time without really acting. The guilelessness of it.
And the fact that it was done for $2000 has the makings of a revolution. Finally a technology/business model made for Youtube: pre-written songs that you stop in and record at a shopping mall and if you like the result you can get a music video cut for as low as $2000.
Then you wait for all the viral stuff to happen .. if it happens. There is already one of these places in St. Louis called StreetDreamz at St. Louis Mills.
You know what: I didn't hate it. In fact I liked it way better than most of the "modern pop" that washes ashore on my already overloaded musical plate. Liked it way better than Gaga, Train, Taylor Swift, Katy Perry .. you name it. It is something that I will probably watch again. Why? The utter lack of star-pretension. The acting like she and her friends are having a good time without really acting. The guilelessness of it.
And the fact that it was done for $2000 has the makings of a revolution. Finally a technology/business model made for Youtube: pre-written songs that you stop in and record at a shopping mall and if you like the result you can get a music video cut for as low as $2000.
Then you wait for all the viral stuff to happen .. if it happens. There is already one of these places in St. Louis called StreetDreamz at St. Louis Mills.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Thursday, December 23, 2010
The Lights off (South) Broadway
I will make my 2nd annual Holiday appeal to all my friends, clients and co-conspirators in the Arts to avail themselves of a driving tour of East-Central Lemay near the Mississippi River before it’s too late.
There is no display anywhere that comes close. If you are looking for a Wildwood McMansion festooned with lights designed by Himmler’s descendants, purchased in 2010 (and soon to be trash canned), this isn’t your place. But if you want completely idiosyncratic designs with often-ancient lighting sets carefully maintained by people too poor to buy new ones against a background of housing where no two homes are alike, plus narrow streets and close set-backs so that you can almost reach out and touch the displays … go thither. I will stack the denizens of Lemay up against the trendies in the Central West End, Benton Park, or Soulard for refined artistic sensibilities and pure right-brainism.
Although I have taken some iphone shots that I may post later, they do not really do it justice. However, I jotted down a few addresses of note:
318 Lenhardt
137 W. Cartwright
118 W. Cartwright
There is no display anywhere that comes close. If you are looking for a Wildwood McMansion festooned with lights designed by Himmler’s descendants, purchased in 2010 (and soon to be trash canned), this isn’t your place. But if you want completely idiosyncratic designs with often-ancient lighting sets carefully maintained by people too poor to buy new ones against a background of housing where no two homes are alike, plus narrow streets and close set-backs so that you can almost reach out and touch the displays … go thither. I will stack the denizens of Lemay up against the trendies in the Central West End, Benton Park, or Soulard for refined artistic sensibilities and pure right-brainism.
Although I have taken some iphone shots that I may post later, they do not really do it justice. However, I jotted down a few addresses of note:
318 Lenhardt
137 W. Cartwright
118 W. Cartwright
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Howard Stern Wimps Out
“One of the keys to the deal was Sirius would be distributed on other platforms, such as the iPhone, which hadn't been in place before.“.
You don’t need Sirius to “distribute” you to iPhone.
So even Howard doesn’t have the guts to dump Sirius. Had he gone straight to iPhone with his own app … that would have been the cutting edge move we expect from Howard. Instead, he played it safe. Took the guaranteed money. Booo! Now he has to worry about every mobile device app – available now and invented in the next five years - ripping Sirius off, and Sirius getting aggressive and suing Stern fans just like the record industry sued the fans of their artists in the 2000s.
If you are Howard Stern, you *want* entrepreneurs inventing apps out there for you. Or you want to develop an app yourself that better integrates the suggestion with the purchase. Right now on Sirius, it’s the same premise of radio that it was with Fibber McGee and Molly: “I might remember to go out and purchase Life Lock or I might not.” But what if a free trial of Life Lock was waiting for you on your Stern app, linked with your credit card, password-protected and encrypted in Safari?
Plus ... what about the show as a Podcast so that people could listen on demand? Wouldn't listenership increase? How important is that "live" feel? Most syndicated shows are delayed an hour or two anyway.
Howard Stern to stay with Sirius Satellite Radio; signs new five-year contract.
You don’t need Sirius to “distribute” you to iPhone.
So even Howard doesn’t have the guts to dump Sirius. Had he gone straight to iPhone with his own app … that would have been the cutting edge move we expect from Howard. Instead, he played it safe. Took the guaranteed money. Booo! Now he has to worry about every mobile device app – available now and invented in the next five years - ripping Sirius off, and Sirius getting aggressive and suing Stern fans just like the record industry sued the fans of their artists in the 2000s.
If you are Howard Stern, you *want* entrepreneurs inventing apps out there for you. Or you want to develop an app yourself that better integrates the suggestion with the purchase. Right now on Sirius, it’s the same premise of radio that it was with Fibber McGee and Molly: “I might remember to go out and purchase Life Lock or I might not.” But what if a free trial of Life Lock was waiting for you on your Stern app, linked with your credit card, password-protected and encrypted in Safari?
Plus ... what about the show as a Podcast so that people could listen on demand? Wouldn't listenership increase? How important is that "live" feel? Most syndicated shows are delayed an hour or two anyway.
Howard Stern to stay with Sirius Satellite Radio; signs new five-year contract.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Stackridge's American Journal
8a. California Dreaming - Part 2
Monday 25th Oct ( D-Day ?!)
Up earlier for another attempt at consuming an American breakfast @ I-
Hop
( I failed to finish all of my pancakes ! ) . Granny arrived at the
Comfort
Inn @ 11.00am & we all gathered to check out & load our bags in the
van. A
short drive to CBS TV - aptly named "Television City" - a huge complex
of
buildings with a number of vast car parks surrounding. After identity
checks at the security gate we were allowed to drive in and following
instructions drove to a designated area. We were all feeling slightly
overwhelmed by
it all , but when we found 8 parking spaces roped off with a sign
saying
Stackridge on each we stepped up a notch & began to feel like real
stars. (
The other spaces were for our special guests ). Waiting for us was
the
lovely Brittany Perlin , with whom many E mails & phone calls had
taken place
over the previous weeks. She ushered us to a reception area where we
waited
for security to let us through more doors, then we had a long walk
through
corridors bustling with busy people popping in & out of offices . We
then
passed several studios with signs saying "On Air" etc. , some open
revealing
sets being constructed for shows , did not see anybody "famous".
Finally we reached the Craig Ferguson "area". Clare & Sarah had their
own
dressing room , the boys had another. Across the corridor was "The
Green
Room " , staffed by some lovely young ladies, endless coffee, big
fridge of
beer, and a bit later massive piles of food arrived - buffet style for
us to
help ourselves to whenever we liked. I think all of us had now reached
the
stage of " Hey I could get used to this".
The backline gear arrived from the studios where the band rehearsed
the
day before - on time - Jerry arrived . Technicians swarmed around as
we had a
look at the studio where Craig's show is recorded. Everything went
like
clockwork - at exactly the time on our schedule we got the call for
setting
up & soundchecks. All went well. I sat in the audience section
watching ,
the camera crew were already trying out angles and shots . Then it was
time
for a run through of the actual song , several times while the sound
techs
adjusted & tweeked & the producer decided on the camera plot.
All done it was then time for .....make up !!!! Sarah & Clare really
enjoyed this ( there was a strict embargo on us taking any photos
anywhere but
I did manage to get a few of the girls getting their hair & faces
done,
before I was told off & I had to agree to pack the camera away ) .
James &
then Crun were stunned to find they were sat next to Condoleeza Rice
as she
got her make up done- she congratulated them on "the music" she had
apparantly been watching & listening during the run through !!!!
Sad bit coming up ( well for me & Clare). She had joined me on the
roof of
the building where there was a smoking area & an amazing panoramic
view of
LA/Hollywood with the famous sign in the distance. While we were up
there
Craig himself popped into the Green Room & shook hands with the rest
of the
band , told them how his older brother had turned him on to "Bowler
Hat"
back in the 70,s & that he had just done 2 sell out gigs @ Carnegie
Hall
where , once again he used Last Plimsoll as his intro music. Later he
sent a
hand written note down from his (secret) office with the words " Fuck
- Yes
". when he heard the music.
Now the audience were ushered in to their seats, David & I had to
stand at
the back ( imagine raked seating for about 100 , a bit like The Rondo
in
Bath ). The warm up man came on to do his bit, get the audience
cheering,
clapping, laughing in all the right places then ............SHOW
TIME !!!!
He announced "Please everybody -give it up for STACK RIDGE ! " & on
they
strode , looking great, full of confidence , as if they did this every
day
& the audience went wild.
Continuity man stands in front of them counts down from 10 , on 1
brings
his hand down & bang - there is Glenn with the piano intro & the
camera is
on him with Jerry & drums in the near background & the girls
( looking
gorgeous in their new black sparkly dresses ) in the far background.
Camera
changes to one at the front focusing on James and .....oh dear , there
is
suddenly some feed back . Floor manager does the classic finger across
throat
"cut" sign & the band grind to a halt. While the technos sort out the
problem
suddenly Jerry yells " They are English , I am American". Audience
claps,
cheers & laughes . Then Clare shouts " I,m A Scot " and somebody in
the
audience stands up & yells "So Am I ". More applause & laughter.
Warm up chappie does his intro again , the countdown - and they storm
into
the song & this time it all goes perfectly . 3.45 mins later -
Stackridge
have done it , nailed it , sailed through it. They get a genuinely
ecstatic
response from the studio audience as they troop off .
Back in the green room ( while the gear is quickly moved off & the
stage
is set for Craig & the warm up man keeps the audience amused we are
all able
to watch a playback of the Stackridge performance on a big screen TV -
and
I have to tell you they looked & sounded incredible.
We all stayed around in the Green Room to watch while Craig recorded
his
part for that night's show - and jolly good he is too. C. Rice was one
of
his guests & she was great & funny .
Several of the floor staff came by to congratulate us , saying "one of
the
best band's we have ever worked with" . I made sure that they, the
make up
girls & the servers in the Green Room all got CD,s as souvenirs .
Saying farewell & thanks to Jerry M . we were ushered back to our
vehicle
by Brittany who had hovered around all afternoon to make sure
everything
was OK for us.
I suppose it must have been about 7.00pm by the time we hit the road
out
of L.A for the journey to our next port of call.
Monday 25th Oct ( D-Day ?!)
Up earlier for another attempt at consuming an American breakfast @ I-
Hop
( I failed to finish all of my pancakes ! ) . Granny arrived at the
Comfort
Inn @ 11.00am & we all gathered to check out & load our bags in the
van. A
short drive to CBS TV - aptly named "Television City" - a huge complex
of
buildings with a number of vast car parks surrounding. After identity
checks at the security gate we were allowed to drive in and following
instructions drove to a designated area. We were all feeling slightly
overwhelmed by
it all , but when we found 8 parking spaces roped off with a sign
saying
Stackridge on each we stepped up a notch & began to feel like real
stars. (
The other spaces were for our special guests ). Waiting for us was
the
lovely Brittany Perlin , with whom many E mails & phone calls had
taken place
over the previous weeks. She ushered us to a reception area where we
waited
for security to let us through more doors, then we had a long walk
through
corridors bustling with busy people popping in & out of offices . We
then
passed several studios with signs saying "On Air" etc. , some open
revealing
sets being constructed for shows , did not see anybody "famous".
Finally we reached the Craig Ferguson "area". Clare & Sarah had their
own
dressing room , the boys had another. Across the corridor was "The
Green
Room " , staffed by some lovely young ladies, endless coffee, big
fridge of
beer, and a bit later massive piles of food arrived - buffet style for
us to
help ourselves to whenever we liked. I think all of us had now reached
the
stage of " Hey I could get used to this".
The backline gear arrived from the studios where the band rehearsed
the
day before - on time - Jerry arrived . Technicians swarmed around as
we had a
look at the studio where Craig's show is recorded. Everything went
like
clockwork - at exactly the time on our schedule we got the call for
setting
up & soundchecks. All went well. I sat in the audience section
watching ,
the camera crew were already trying out angles and shots . Then it was
time
for a run through of the actual song , several times while the sound
techs
adjusted & tweeked & the producer decided on the camera plot.
All done it was then time for .....make up !!!! Sarah & Clare really
enjoyed this ( there was a strict embargo on us taking any photos
anywhere but
I did manage to get a few of the girls getting their hair & faces
done,
before I was told off & I had to agree to pack the camera away ) .
James &
then Crun were stunned to find they were sat next to Condoleeza Rice
as she
got her make up done- she congratulated them on "the music" she had
apparantly been watching & listening during the run through !!!!
Sad bit coming up ( well for me & Clare). She had joined me on the
roof of
the building where there was a smoking area & an amazing panoramic
view of
LA/Hollywood with the famous sign in the distance. While we were up
there
Craig himself popped into the Green Room & shook hands with the rest
of the
band , told them how his older brother had turned him on to "Bowler
Hat"
back in the 70,s & that he had just done 2 sell out gigs @ Carnegie
Hall
where , once again he used Last Plimsoll as his intro music. Later he
sent a
hand written note down from his (secret) office with the words " Fuck
- Yes
". when he heard the music.
Now the audience were ushered in to their seats, David & I had to
stand at
the back ( imagine raked seating for about 100 , a bit like The Rondo
in
Bath ). The warm up man came on to do his bit, get the audience
cheering,
clapping, laughing in all the right places then ............SHOW
TIME !!!!
He announced "Please everybody -give it up for STACK RIDGE ! " & on
they
strode , looking great, full of confidence , as if they did this every
day
& the audience went wild.
Continuity man stands in front of them counts down from 10 , on 1
brings
his hand down & bang - there is Glenn with the piano intro & the
camera is
on him with Jerry & drums in the near background & the girls
( looking
gorgeous in their new black sparkly dresses ) in the far background.
Camera
changes to one at the front focusing on James and .....oh dear , there
is
suddenly some feed back . Floor manager does the classic finger across
throat
"cut" sign & the band grind to a halt. While the technos sort out the
problem
suddenly Jerry yells " They are English , I am American". Audience
claps,
cheers & laughes . Then Clare shouts " I,m A Scot " and somebody in
the
audience stands up & yells "So Am I ". More applause & laughter.
Warm up chappie does his intro again , the countdown - and they storm
into
the song & this time it all goes perfectly . 3.45 mins later -
Stackridge
have done it , nailed it , sailed through it. They get a genuinely
ecstatic
response from the studio audience as they troop off .
Back in the green room ( while the gear is quickly moved off & the
stage
is set for Craig & the warm up man keeps the audience amused we are
all able
to watch a playback of the Stackridge performance on a big screen TV -
and
I have to tell you they looked & sounded incredible.
We all stayed around in the Green Room to watch while Craig recorded
his
part for that night's show - and jolly good he is too. C. Rice was one
of
his guests & she was great & funny .
Several of the floor staff came by to congratulate us , saying "one of
the
best band's we have ever worked with" . I made sure that they, the
make up
girls & the servers in the Green Room all got CD,s as souvenirs .
Saying farewell & thanks to Jerry M . we were ushered back to our
vehicle
by Brittany who had hovered around all afternoon to make sure
everything
was OK for us.
I suppose it must have been about 7.00pm by the time we hit the road
out
of L.A for the journey to our next port of call.
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