Huh. Okay, you mean, on what do I base calling 'bullshit' on nostalgia
for Art Bell? I think it is okay for me to refer to myself in saying:
I found my self not liking the guy's show because it became boring.
I also said, I didn't fault him for imitating Murrow, even though I felt
he didn't have to do that: his voice all by itself was and is fine.
I think the old radio business called it a 'honeyed voice'.
Similarly, George Knapp tends to reproduce the cadences and tonalities of
John Kennedy. Maybe he's from Mass, maybe not. However it comes about:
voice isn't the be-all or end-all of what draws MY attention to radio.
Hell, I even listen to 'DOCTORE' Savage and his endless, self-absorbed
rants. I can even listen to that guy for an hour. Then I try to listen
to Punnet. Despite his stutter, his utterly unneccessary parenthetical
side-bars TO HIS OWN THOUGHTS EVEN, besides to comments by guests, what
makes me turn him is the same thing that made me turn Bell off: interruption
of guests in mid-sentence.
So what I call 'bullshit' is a pretend interview. When a host pretends
his thoughts are paramount and represent what everyone wants to hear.
People stay tuned, if I'm any example, at any time, because MERELY, sometimes
something interesting DOES GET THROUGH. Stuff to ponder.
The 'Well, alright, but I'm afraid we are going to have to take a break
now because we are coming up on the top of the hour' after a series of
almost breathless interruptions of a guest: sorry, that gets old real
fast.
And that bit 'Can you stay on for another hour' seemed to come only to the
most egregiously uninteresting guests, but the most fascinating guests or
EVEN CALLERS, got short shrift. Now to the 'main guest', who would puck
ice picks in our ears talking about economics, peak oil, or God forbid,
Ed Dames or some lisping all-knower about the after-life or vampires.
Fucking-A. Art Bell didn't quit: he was FIRED!
George Noory, too, is on the verge of being FIRED.
That production interest has been dwindling like a rusty bucket.
The entire scene of right-wing crap is going to hell in a hand-basket
because you know why? IT IS FUCKING BORING AS ALL HELL.
Same with the LEFT-WING radio adventurers, supposedly the 'answer' to
the extremism of the 'hyuk-hyuk' hicks.
Art Bell himself had no idea what he was getting into, thrived upon, and
he still has no idea what he captured then wandered away from.
And, you mention Michio Kaku. Have you listened to his show?
He can't say two words to a guest before he says: "I'm sorry but we have
to break off now".
Kaku's gig is: whatever you idealize: not gonna be here in this world for
another hundred or 500 years'.! He said that about stem
cell research once, but we know now that as he said that
powdered pig-bladder was regrowing finger-tips. And
children were regrowing finger tips without any treatment
at all. Yet this 'sage' didn't know about that. In fact,
'treatment' was found to stop regeneration in amputations.
Gee! 'Science' erred? Real researches know that 'science'
is actually rare, not willy-nilly known all about!
Not getting that impression from this so-called 'scientist'.
"We Physicists", he liked to say to Art and all us 'listeners'.
'WE PHYSICISTS'? Really? 'WE'?
Do you know cartoon about the Lone Ranger, after the
Ranger sees a a horde of Indians coming down on them, and he says: "Looks
like we've had it Tonto". And Tonto retorts: What you mean 'we'?
Is 'physics' a religion? Is there some special, unifying credo whereby
Kaku can say: 'We physicists'?
Kaku pretends to have practically invented 'string theory', but I gather
many predecessors with a different term for that construct would beg to
differ.
Damn it, why give me crap for not liking a show for being not as deep as
it might have been? Kaku, like Sagan was, is the current 'high priest' of
science who gets into Parade.
Kaku talks about subjects he is utterly ingorant about, but puts it forth
like he knows, or the people he talks to know it all.
Bell resorted to him, resorted to Danes, Strieber while alternative and
expert testimony galore was and IS out there. How are they avoided so
skillfully?
I have been highly surprised, now and then, when alternative resources
did make it onto his programme. And they did O SO RARELY.
I can only imagine why this sparseness. Was it because they weren't
pushing a book? Didn't have 'product', or when they did have product
in form of book or tapes or whatever: why never heard from again? Merely
the same old cycle of regulars. A fellowship of a mutual admiration
society.
I haven't been able to figure it out, in case you are trying to determine
if I'm a 'conspiracist' or not.
I think it is just plain stupidity. Some subjects can't be dumbed down,
some guests are too far over the head. Granted, some guests can't simplify
and so, lacking ghost-writers, or mediators, don't get on, or if ever on:
never on again.
Business rules. Public dumb, stays dumb.
Excuse me, but I don't appreciate the condescension of Kaku, and is seeming
ready answer about ANY topic deemed scientific.
I wager he thinks he knows all he thinks he needs to know about stem-cells
or cancer. He doesn't admit this ignorance, and Art Bell couln't call him
on his lack of knowing. Yet he'd let Kaku expatiate on and on, maybe not
on stem cells or cancer, but on something else. Here's the thing:
Kaku has given simplistic and even childish summations of things
outside his field in the same dogmatic voice as an Ed Dames.
When Kaku pretends to talk to 'experts' on things outside his field of expertese,
he makes it out as if he is talking of some final authority, as if there
are not SCHOOLS of thought on these topics.
Well, maybe Art just enjoyed saying the word 'Doctor'; and perhaps he wasn't trying
to inculcate some slavish adoration of men or women (mostly men) who
had letters after their names, as if to end all thought or doubt.
Sorry: I doubt. I call bullshit on this kind of 'radio'.
You know very well, all other topics were capable of being excoriated by
Bell. Exceot when the speaker was a 'DOCTOR' or 'Major'.
Swallowed lock stock and barrel of Danes and Corso.
Both men are full of holes.
No 'Dr.'? No 'Maj'? you can feel the
disrespect, tongue against the cheek, drumming of fingers.
Short-shrift.
I was once impressed at his patience with a back-wards
sound guy. This he had patience with. Go figure.
Can I come on with pictures of clouds and show you how
every cloud has what I say I see in it?
So the gamut of gullibility by Bell, the slavish adoration of lettered
fools, impatience, interruptions . . . repeated return to crap. Who gives
a fucking fuck about VAMPIRES! Tape recordings played backwards? When there
were literally tons of living people, now sadly many of them now dead beyand
anything but mikeless tape-recorders to listen to, neglected by this
'giant' of radio.
So in that perspective, I mentioned Nebel, Edwards. You can read books
about these guys, but they didn't have near the freedom or access to the
public Art enjoyed. Pitty he didn't study their topics or humor.
Maybe they'd have fallen flat.
Perhaps there is some insularity that comes with getting big. I wouldn't know,
being a puny, thankfully, private person: a listener, reader, nobody.
A million emails a year, maybe that would be a little too much to peruse.
The ones who got through must have been mighty persistant.
How many topics, people were suggested to Bell to look into, and some
assurance, 'Yeah, I'll look into that' and: nothing.
One man. Some production for one man as it was, no doubt.
Now look at C2C today. Pretty big money, wouldn't you think? Production
staff? What? 2, 3, 6, 9? Not like Fibber McGee and Molly: production staff
and associated personelle was in the 100s.
What does your buck get ya today? Fewer making more money, less product.
Less quality. Your ad makers don't even respect you, they treat you like
dumb mules afraid of your own shadow.
Listen to ads in the 40s or 50s or even 60s: public regard was FEARED.
Tables turned: Ads want to make you AFRAID.
I call bullshit.
Period.
BS, BS, BS.
Art Bell: stay where you are. PLEASE don't come back. After that: let
C2C rot in hell for their stinkin' pile of propoganda, panty-waste,
shallow, ignorent (willfully so) drivel.
'S not intertaining. Not informative. Odious is what it is. And even mostly
was. When we are used to crap, even old crap seems tinged with nostalgia.
That said: Let Knapp get some balls, stop showing up on C2C, and start his
own franchise SOMEWHERE ELSE. C2C is tainted. It's ugly.
References: me. My two cents.
I had to edit this once, but, frankly, was it worth it?
Anyway though, thank you for your kind, even-tempered
treatment of my ranting and raving.
Very gentlemanly of you. Good form.