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Another TV season has come and gone. Ratings across the channel spectrum continued to plummet, even on shows/channels that weren’t hit by the writers’ strike.
And with the explosion in programming across broadcast and cable channels, telecasters are constantly on the lookout for entertainment forms that haven’t yet been adapted to the screen.
Saturday Night Live, as you’ll recall, was born from trends in stage sketch comedy that hadn’t yet been brought to TV on a regular basis.
Later years brought us televised karaoke, poker, ballroom dancing, shows based on video blogs and webcams, travelogue shows at pubilc-drunkenness events, and even prime-time bingo.
So: What else is out there, to feed programmers’ ravenous appetites for stealable concepts?
Here are a few ideas. (If any readers successfully package a series based on one of these, you may pay me a modest royalty.)
Please feel free to suggest your own.
One of Frank Zappa’s kids will edit Disney comics.
…another 7 daze since I last posted. Excuses: Got none. (Except that a startup entrepreneurial venture I’d been involved with this past year seems to have gone “on hold.”)
In the nooze recently:
…your Starbuckless evening. Now on to a new day!:
The locally based, globally minded music mag No Depression is calling it quits, effective with the May-June issue.
Cause of death: A dying music industry, whose endemic issues are finally reaching indie labels, who can’t afford to buy as many magazine ads as they used to.
For 13 years, ND has been the greatest chronicler of “alternative country,” “Americana,” and assorted other essential US/Canadian homegrown musics.
The big irony here: An institution dedicated to honoring longstanding or lost art forms, and to celebrating contemporary artists who keep those forms alive, is itself becoming history.
…publicly endorsed any candidates in Election Ought-Eight. (I’d briefly, privately, been an Edwards guy.) But here’s a local, unofficial pro-Obama music video shot at the Columbia City Theater, with gospel singer Pat Wright and Pearl Jam member Matt Cameron among its participants.
…a handy guided-tour-in-print to some of Seattle’s most beloved former rock clubs.
…arrives with the belated announcement of Gruntruck/Skin Yard frontman Ben McMillan’s demise, following an eight-year bout with advanced diabetes. McMillan was a hard-drivin’, hard-playin’, hard-livin’ hard rocker who never got his due piece of the Seattle Music Scene hype.
Can’t anybody stage a hiphop club night without somebody firing guns outside?
…anxiously awaits the long-threatened but still nonexistent Snowstorm ’08, here’s what else has been going on:
…a fountain of snowflakes descend upon the frozen tundra of Green Bay, I knew the gods would be with the other team, not with ours.
In other Sunday nooze:
…we must say goodbye to one of the legends of “outsider” music, risque cabaret singer-songwriter Ruth Wallis. The creator of “Davy’s Dinghy,” “Drill ‘Em All,” and “A Pizza Every Night” had finally been (re) discovered in recent years with an off-Broadway revue of her compositions, Boobs! The Musical.
Why doesn’t the Music Choice cable channel called “Musica Urbana” have any bands from downstate Illinois?
…I hope, this evening (Friday), 6:30-8:30 p.m., for the fantabulous next book event starring yr. loyal web-author. It’s at Not A Number, an artistic and subversive gift and card shop on N. 45th in wondrous Wallingford.
IN OTHER, LESSER FRIDAY NOOZE: