Ego Vs. Confidence

It's been nearly 8 weeks since that fateful day Midwest Communications took the reigns from Mid-Michigan Radio Group and released me from WQTX (92-X), WJXQ (Q-106) and Tim Barron Mornings this past June 30th. For 10 days prior to that I knew my fate, brought about by negotiations with the "new sheriff" that went south…along with other factors, circumstances and revelations about people and their true intentions.

To this day, many people continue to quiz me about why I wasn't retained. I received hundreds of emails right after it happened asking why I wasn't on the air. Even though I am not under any confidentiality clause or 18-month "non-compete" that my former radio compadres are now bound by with Midwest, I choose not to go into the particulars or "dish" to people the "skinny" about what happened. Instead, I have three things I share with those "inquiring minds" that are consistent across the board: 1.) It was time for me to move on and move forward, 2.) I wish all the best to those I had worked with, and 3.) This is the best thing that could happen to me.

I have been in the broadcasting, media and entertainment biz since I did my first radio and TV appearance at 5 years old. It is something I have always known in my life, something I truly love, and something I have always been successful at. So there was concern that I would take my being unceremoniously "dumped" in a bad way....that my "ego" would take an extreme beating by it and I would consider myself a failure, blame others and follow a destructive path that would only worsen the situation.

Having an “ego” is an important part of character and personality. It is no coincidence that successful individuals from Donald Trump to Muhammad Ali are often imbued with an unshakable sense of importance. They certainly did not succeed by being content with the status quo. They possess that electrifying X-factor that makes them believe that they are better — special even — than everyone else.

As the saying goes, “Everyone loves a winner.” It’s true that people with strong personalities often attract a huge following. But it’s also often the case that people with huge egos are a massive turn-off, especially when their ego clouds their judgment of reality. When the ego gets too big and failures come, there is either denial that the failure actually occurred or blame is shifted to others instead of themselves.

I learned the lesson long ago that having a big ego does not bring true success in life. Having confidence in yourself, who you are, how you treat others, and knowing your worth is what makes for true success. Some of the biggest egos out there belong to the most insecure people...people who will stop at nothing to tear others down to make themselves feel superior. Thankfully in all my years working with such people not a one of them succeeded in tearing me down.

Many times people confuse ego with confidence and vice versa. Some feel that in order to be hugely successful they need to have a huge ego. The fact is that ego and confidence are two separate and opposite things.

Ego describes the self-serving, self-centered part of a person...the "Me! Me! Me!" part that has no regard for others. People that are driven by their egos stop listening to others and stop seeking feedback. They feel that everything is about them, and when something is not about them, they tend to go ballistic. They honestly believe that they are above everyone else and feel the world owes them something..."It's my world and everyone else just lives in it." They ultimately fail because they are unable to see when their conviction turns into recklessness.

The egotist puts results first instead of putting people first. They are caught up in being the "top dog" so much that they fail to recognize others around them that are a part of helping them achieve their success. At times, they are even fearful of success because deep inside they know they don’t deserve it, yet they still claim all the credit for it. Their stranglehold they keep on being "top dog" leads to fear when someone else shows talent and ability in doing what they do just as well as they do...or even better. Thus they do everything in their power to take down those around them they feel a "threat"...either physically, psychologicly or even by lying about them to others to make them look inferior to themselves.

People driven by ego are always swinging widely between being nice and being totally arrogant...almost as if they are bi-polar. They ride a rocky roller coaster of an existence and many times they let demons take over and they go down a path of destruction over and over…drugs, alcohol, abusive behavior and more.

Confidence is different. Where ego is something that we build up in our minds, confidence is something we are born with...a part of our being...like having arms, legs, fingers toes, and so on. Confidence is an innate human attribute where ego is a man-made psychological state of mind.

Having confidence is where you like yourself for what you are and having a realistic appreciation of your own abilities. True confidence is not solely reliant on success because there will always be failures to contend with. Confidence is not a result of comparing ourselves with others either, because there is always someone better. Simply put, it’s about being sure of your abilities without being conceited and arrogant at the same time.

Being confident in yourself takes acceptance that success comes not be cause of what you do solely, but how others accept your success. If you handle success with arrogance, people are turned off by it. However if you handle success with gratitude and thanks, people see your genuineness and you are respected and liked by all.

Although I am “on hiatus” or “on the beach” from the world of broadcasting, there is no remorse, grief, blaming others, or bitterness that blinds me from reality. I am confident that I will rise to the challenge and succeed…not because I feel success is owed to me, but because success is earned.

So you see folks, contrary to what you have been told on the air for the past four years, it’s not all about me. I hope someday that others realize that it’s not all about them either.

Memories of Elmo

Through our lives, from childhood on through, many of us had a number of family pets. Each one of them having their own characteristics, personalities and our memories of them. I had a good number of them in my life time, all with different traits and recollections.

There was our first family pet when I was 3, a Great Dane named Brutus, who jumped through a full length window, shattering it to bits, to chase after a car going by the house. Then there was Shatzig, a Dachshund, who one day while we were out broke into a case of wine my dad had in the utility room, got drunk and got stuck in a pair of my dad's shorts...front end stuck in one leg, rear end in the other. My grandparent's Dachshund Snoozy who drank coffee, Scooter the Scottish Terrier that would attack the end of a hose if it was turned on, and Ozone...a tabby cat who was the best mole hunter. All with unique traits and memories.

Elmo the cat was a special cat. I am not the most loyal cat lover...allergies make it hard, but Elmo was one of my favorites. He was one of two from the same litter that my ex wife and I got shortly after we were married in 1996. We got his brother Goofy first in September, Then got Elmo in November.

Goofy and Elmo were farm kittens that lived on a farm near my ex parent-in-laws near Battle Creek. Goofy was not weened when we got him so I got the doll baby bottle and did the duties. Getting Elmo was tough. We went to the farm and when we were about to pick him up to take him home he took off, ran to the barn and hid. Had to wait until two days later when they finally retrieved the cat from the barn and brought it to us.

Our reasoning in getting two kittens from the same litter was so that they could keep each other occupied so that there would be no mischief. That proved to be a false bit of reasoning when that Christmas while my ex and I were at work they pulled down the Christmas tree and destroyed it and the decorations on it. Pretty hefty work for 5 month-old kittens.

Elmo had the distinct habit of attacking my feet while I was asleep when we first got him. This practice would prove useful when my ex was ready to give birth to the twins in 1997. He kept attacking my feet when her water broke in the middle of the night until I got up. He was very intelligent as well. Most cats when you call their name would be finicky and ignore you, or casually come when they felt like it. Elmo would come right away, always giving a "meow" each time I would say his name.

He had very unique culinary tastes. He loved McDonald's french fries, black olives and tuna. I used to make tuna salad for sandwiches for me to take to work. As soon as I opened the can in the electric can opener he would come and beg for tuna, which I treated him to a couple select morsels each time. After awhile all he had to do was hear the electric can opener and he was there. Even if I wasn't opening a can of tuna, whether chili or a can of coffee, he would still be there begging for his tuna fix.

Over the past couple months I noticed Elmo getting rather thin. I told my ex and she said she noticed it too. Then three weeks ago he slowly walked up to me wanting me to pet him. I bent down and gently stroked his head and scratched his ears. His head raised up as always, stretching his neck out to show his enjoyment of the attention, but then he lost his balance from the neck stretch and fell down on his side. I informed my ex of this and we both agreed that he was not doing well.

The week of July 19th it was my wife's visit week with the kids. This past Sunday she called me to let me know that Elmo was not well at all and she doubted he would make it to yesterday...the day her visit week ended and I would see the kids again. I told her that he would hang on until he saw me.

Yesterday I picked up the kids from the pool and took them to the house. Once there I went to where the kids told me Elmo was. As I came to where he was, I called him by his nickname we gave him as a kitten, "Mosers". He picked up his head from the pillow he was resting on, looked right at me and answered to his name with the "meow" he always did...laboring to get it out, but he still did. I sat with him talking, petting him and scratching his ears, which he still tried to show he loved by stretching his neck.

Today, after picking up the kids from the summer learning program at school and going to the house, Elmo was still hanging on. I called "Hi Mosers" and he meowed...much weaker than the day before. He couldn't pick up his head to look at me, and didn't respond to petting and the ear scratch other than opening his eyes and looking at me.

The entire afternoon, he would meow in pain every so often, and I would go up and check on him. The last time he meowed, I came to see him struggling to breathe. My eyes welled up, I bent down to pet him, and told him, "Elmo, it's time to let go. You were a good cat, and I will miss you. But it's your time to go home and not suffer anymore." With that he gave a weak meow, took one deep breath, then shut his eyes for the last time.

The twins and I dug a grave for him in the back yard near the catnip that he loved to frolic in. My ex and youngest daughter brought Elmo out in a blanket. We then said goodbye to a very unique and much loved cat. We came back in to his brother Goofy staring up at us...looking lost. I petted Goofy and gave an ear scratch. He stretched his neck in approval and looked right at me as I said his name...and he meowed.

I am not a real cat person because of allergies, so more than likely I will not have any more cats as pets in my lifetime. But I will sure remember the last cats that were in my life...Goofy and especially a very unique and intelligent cat named Elmo.

Rest in peace, Mosers.

Mel And The Fish Bowl

Back a couple decades ago, there was a show on a radio station I was working at in the Detroit area called “The Fish Bowl”. The show got its name from the perception that people in the public eye are like “fish in a fish bowl”…whether because of their faith and perceived lifestyle because of their faith, their status, or whether they were in the public eye as an entertainer, media personality, or public official. The rest of us “non-glitteratti” folk hold such people to a higher standard.

Yesterday there was more “leaked” audio on the web of actor/director Mel Gibson threatening former girlfriend Oksana Grigorieva. The recording follows an earlier recording in which Gibson uses foul and threatening language toward Grigorieva as well as the N-word. The latest “leak” of audio has Gibson yelling at her that she needs a "bat to the side of the head" and that he could put her "in a … rose garden" if he wanted to.

Sadly, no one involved in the incident, including representatives from Gibson's camp, has called its authenticity into question. The two are currently in a fierce child custody battle, and apparently Grigorieva recorded the audio to use in that custody battle, and somehow it was “leaked” to the media, some saying that Grigorieva “leaked” it herself.

I have been brought to debate this incident (and others) and the right to privacy issues with others, the debate being fierce at times. For me, being that I am sometimes considered one of the “glitterati”, this issue has many facets…many parts to the equation. Privacy rights, proper behavior, choices, forgiveness, giving the “benefit of a doubt”. A true slippery slope without any question.

This is not the first incident of foul and threatening language emulating from Mr. Gibson’s mouth. Two other times he has spouted off hate-filled tirades, one time to a police officer as he was being arrested for DUI. Each time followed by apologies, admission of wrong behavior and “promises” to not do it again.

Mr. Gibson’s father, it has been reported, is just as hate-filled in his speech and views, if not more so, along with having severe alcohol abuse problems. Growing up under such a parental example would more than insure that the son would grow up like the father…and all indications are he has.

When one pursues a career in entertainment, whether it is as a Hollywood heavyweight or a small market radio personality, it goes without saying that they enjoy less privacy in the public eye than the average citizen. The news and entertainment media shows and “reporters” are always looking at these folk closely, looking for any slip-up they can sensationalize to a waiting, eager and hungry public looking for juicy gossip.

Do I feel the media is justified in digging so deep for dirt in these folks’ lives? Absolutely not! However, the public at large hungers for such tidbits and stories, and drive up ratings of such shows. Supply and demand in effect here. Do I feel the media is justified in publishing such private details as they have here? Not at all. However, when a person chooses to pursue a career that is in “the public eye”, they also choose to lose some of that privacy if they act in a non-acceptable fashion. To assume different is to live in a fantasy world, because we live in a world today of people wanting to know EVERYTHING about their favorite celebrity. Paparazzi following your every move in public. And the consuming public eats it all up and hungers for more.

This past week we have had a one-two celebrity scandal update… Mel Gibson and director Roman Polanski. Mr. Gibson is being tarred as a pariah for his abusive language. Mr. Polanski, a self-confessed child molester, has been freed by Swiss authorities citing not to honor his extradition to the US. These two recent examples, as well as many others as of late, point to what many people…from public relations specialists to religious leaders and academics…are calling “an increasingly loose moral terrain.”

Today’s pariah is tomorrow’s successful artist, politician, or even corporation, and in fact, the very notion of a pariah or social outcast itself may be disappearing. With a world of increasingly interconnected value systems and cultural beliefs, that sense of uniform moral clarity is fast disappearing.

There have been people that have crossed my path in life…relatives, acquaintances, former co-workers…who have demonstrated bad behavior, sometime to the point of being irreprehensible, over and over, apologizing each time, only to continue to do it over and over again. People who have stolen things, people who treat people with great disrespect, people who abuse others. One such person had a Gibson-esque tirade with their wife, then had their wife arrested and thrown in jail…and the wife did nothing wrong but try to help with the person’s alcohol problem.

The fallout that Gibson is going through is no ones fault but his own. He was dropped by his long-time agency, William Morris Endeavor. The Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Office is investigating domestic abuse because Gibson admitted in one of the released audio recordings that he beat Grigorieva. And I’m sure that he will become anathema in the entertainment business…all seeing little way Gibson would be hired as either an actor or director on any mainstream film in the future.

With all these things in play with regard to such “fish bowl” incidents…privacy, morals, proper behavior, the public feeding frenzy for celebrity gossip and titillating news…and the media feeding it…for me to get into a debate about them is a moot exercise.

Instead of focusing our “debates” on such things, we should focus on debates on the condition of our world today. Lack of morals, unemployment, the economy, hunger, homelessness, diseases like cancer, MS and the like, caring for our fellow human beings, and a busted oil well spewing millions of gallons of oil into the Gulf of Mexico.

Of course, we could always debate on whether we agree or not on LeBron James leaving the Cleveland Cavaliers for the Miami Heat…

What Is Life?

Lately I have been pondering what life is all about. Just last night I came across this piece on a friend's Facebook info page:

WHAT IS LIFE?
Life is an Adventure ... Dare it
Life is a Beauty ... Praise it
Life is a Challenge ... Meet it
Life is a Duty ... Perform it
Life is a Love ... Enjoy it
Life is a Tragedy ... Face it
Life is a Struggle ... Fight it
Life is a Promise ... Fulfill it
Life is a Game ... Play it
Life is a Gift ... Accept it
Life is a Journey ... Complete it
Life is a Mystery ... Unfold it
Life is a Goal ... Achieve it
Life is an Opportunity ... Take it
Life is a Puzzle ... Solve it
Life is a Song ... Sing it
Life is a Sorrow ... Overcome it
Life is a Spirit ... Realize it

Pretty much says it all. Just a couple more I'd like to add:

Life is a trail ... blaze it
Life is a surprise ... embrace it

The New Insecure Male Phallic Symbol

Since the dawn of time, men have felt it necessary to assert their male ego utilizing objects that show not only status, but that their “status” is bigger and better than other males.

In the cave man beginnings was the club. Then it became the sword. Then it was a gun. As we progressed into the previous century it became more intricate. Cars come to mind as the most prevalent of them. Now that we are in the 21st Century, it has moved to tech items – pocket games, iPods, laptops; all to show off status and to prove their “manhood” to other males. But none of them compare to the latest insecure male phallic symbol – the Bluetooth headset.

You see them everywhere; at the grocers, the shopping mall, at sporting events, the movie theater…all blinking their little blue LEDs. At times their wearer is deep in conversation, most times giving the appearance of mental instability as they seem to be talking to themselves. And each time I see one, it is worn by a male. I’m waiting for the day I actually see a woman wearing one. When I do, then I will truly wonder what “status” they are telegraphing with it.

I own a Bluetooth headset…actually two of them. I have two for the sole purpose of having one fully charged when the other one’s battery dies. They are small, inconspicuous ones, only an inch in length. I got them several years ago, way before the latest boom. Since I drive a stick shift, they are handy in taking a call while driving, not to mention that it is much safer driving with one.

Sometimes I use them at work so I can be “hands free” while using the computer, especially when I was booking guests for the morning show. People would joke, “You must be somebody important having to wear one.” So, whenever I am not on a call when I’m not driving, I turn it off and take it out of my ear.

It seems as of late that these Bluetooth headsets are becoming more like phallic symbols, increasing in size and number of features. Bigger with more blinking lights on them, some even with shiny chrome trim. All reminiscent of the hot rods that we souped up back in high school and college. And it’s obvious why guys get these…to have one bigger and better than everyone else to either state how “important” they are or to make up for their “short comings”.

Last week, I saw the largest Bluetooth headset ever, worn by the new “sheriff” in town at the station…the man who would tell me that they weren’t “retaining my services”. The thing was huge, hanging off his ear like a sideways icicle off a gutter in the winter, extending from his ear to just a fraction away from the side of his mouth. It looked like the facial tattoo Mike Tyson got years ago…so obvious that you couldn’t help but notice it. The thing was as big as the headset microphone Jesse Goldberg-Strassler wears in the booth when he is the radio voice of Lansing Lugnuts games.

All the time while wearing it, the new “sheriff” wasn’t on a call. He was just wearing it, seeming to do so to show it off. He was strolling the halls, talking to others, but not into the phone/headset. All the while smiling.

It makes me wonder in this case…is such a headset a statement of “importance”, or is it a way to make up for “short comings”?

The Mathematical Equations of Life - Radio Guy Version

Family > Career

Tomorrow – Yesterday = Today

Pastrami Sandwich > Nothing,
Life > Nothing,
so, Pastrami Sandwich = Life

Corn Chips + Caesar Dressing = AWESOME!

Work – Stress = A job you hang onto for dear life!

Deep Dish Pizza ÷ Dull Pizza Cutter = Sloppy dining experience

Shit + Shinola = A very shiny ball of shit

Alcohol³ X Gravity = YouTube Video

Cougars + TV X Money ÷ Low I.Q. = Housewives of D.C.

Being a Super Hero in the World of Single Daddy-Dom

Face it, the life of a single dad is a very active one…filled with juggling the job, kids, social life (if you can have one), private time, creative time, and more, all rolled into one big human combo platter of one’s existence. This has never been as true as it has for me the past several months, thus the absence of new posts here lately.

I spend a good portion of time with my kids when they aren’t with their mother; 4 days a week and every other weekend. Some have said to me that I spend too much time with them, commuting from Lansing to Jackson 4 days a week, especially now that they are older and are becoming more independent. They want to be with me this much though, and I look at it as not an inconvenience but as an investment in their lives being the best dad I can be. However, this past weekend proved to be a whole new learning experience for me as a single dad to an 8-year-old daughter.

The twins went on their 7th Grade trip to San Antonio this past week with their mom, who went as a chaperon. They left on Wednesday and came back Sunday, thus leaving just me and Alyssa for the weekday visits and the whole weekend. One would think that it would be a breeze, with only one child to contend with versus three. But that isn’t necessarily the case, especially when the other parts of one’s life are in play as well.

On Friday Alyssa had a half day. However I had to work a full day to cover the production department. Thus I had to leave, drive to Jackson pick up Aly from school and take her back to work with me in Lansing for the afternoon. I let everyone know at work that I had an “assistant” that afternoon. We made the rounds to introduce Aly to everyone in the office, and she was a hit.

I then borrowed the Wii from promotions, hooked it up to a working TV I saved from a dumpster fate a couple months back (it was being thrown out because it wasn’t digital ready but works fantastic otherwise), and set up Aly in my office to have at it while I went and did the production work…periodically checking in every 15 minutes to make sure she was doing alright.

While I was off working Aly made out like a bandit. She got a Shrek hat, t-shirt and copy of the Shrek 4 soundtrack on CD from our promo guru Aimee. She set a new high score in her Littlest Pet Shop Wii game. And she had the greatest time…even without her brothers around to keep her occupied. She said, “You have the best job ever! You have a Wii at work and you get really cool stuff!” smiling from ear to ear. We celebrated a successful day at daddy’s work eating out at Baja Grill in Mason…one of our favorite places to go out to eat.

The weekend was a busy one. Saturday was a classmate’s birthday party in Jackson, then back to Lansing to go to the Lugnuts game that the kids’ school, Paragon Charter Academy in Jackson had purchased group tickets for…a double header complete with fireworks at the end, which she loved…complete with enthusiastic “oohs”, “ahhhs” and “wows”. Sunday we went back to the ballpark for a remote; Aly once again donning the “assistant” role. After the remote she wanted to go to the game so we went.

Of course, there is much more than just doing cool things to being a Super Hero Dad to an 8-year-old girl. You have to do the “uncool” things as well. Reminding her to pick up after herself after playing with toys or drawing pictures (something she loves to do). Making sure she brushes her teeth, helping her pick out clothes (being a guy with no idea of little girl fashion sense), helping her brush her very curly top head of hair without too much hassle.

When the weekend was over, after I took her back to Jackson to her mom and the twins and was getting ready to leave, she came up to me and gave me the biggest hug goodbye, saying “I had the best weekend, Daddy! I love you!”. My heart melted, as only the dad of a daughter’s heart could.

A good number of dads tend to not be involved in their kids lives much after a divorce, if at all. My oldest son and daughter did not have the luxury of time with their dad while growing up…part my fault, part their mother’s. But I have made strides to amend that by reaching out to them still to this day. And with the twins and Alyssa I will continue to be a big part of their lives, committed not to repeat the same mistake twice.

Yes I spend a lot of time with my kids. And I know that when they have grown they will remember the time I have invested in their lives and have happy lives as adults. And remember the Super Hero Dad that took the time with them and will always love them.

The Holy Grail of TV Has Lost Its Luster

Conan O’Brian’s swan song from hosting duties of “The Tonight Show” ended this past Friday unlike his beginning. Over the past couple of weeks, as the NBC debacle on what to do with its donut of programming around local affiliate news took center stage, Conan’s ratings went from a meager 1.7 million house holds to over 70 million tuned in to his farewell show this past Friday.

Mr. O’Brien’s triumphant exit’s ratings showed the most impressive outpouring of support for an entertainer in recent memory, and he recognized and thanked those supporting him in his farewell speech. But what he should have added to that speech was, “Where were you when I needed you?”

It’s obvious that Leno is not bummed in the least that he is being moved back to “The Tonight Show”. It seems as if the whole thing was planned all along on Jay’s part: “retire” from “The Tonight Show”; announce that you're moving to 10 PM, thus taking away attention from O’Brien’s transition to “The Tonight Show”; do a crappy job at 10 PM causing affiliates to cry the blues to the network, making them move you back to your previous time slot, pushing O'Brien's "Tonight Show" back to 12:05 AM (which as many have pointed out makes it no longer “The Tonight Show” but “The Tomorrow Show” or “The Next Day Show”), humiliating him into relinquishing “The Tonight Show”, which he did. And King Leno is back on his throne.

For many years, “The Tonight Show” was considered the Boardwalk/Park Place of television entertainment. The Holy Grail of shows. And the latest turf war between Jay Leno and Conan O’Brien was purely about this prime piece of media real estate. But, to be honest, to me, “The Tonight Show” is no longer the hallowed prized gig it once was.

Created in 1954 by Sigourney Weaver’s dad, Sylvester Weaver, “The Tonight Show” is the longest currently-running regularly scheduled TV entertainment program in the United States, and the third longest-running program in history. And in that amazing 55 year run, there have only been 5 regular hosts; Steve Allen, Jack Paar (who attended high school and got his first radio gig just down the road from Lansing in Jackson, Michigan), Johnny Carson, Jay Leno and Conan O’Brien. Out of these 5, the longest to be the host was Carson, and when I think of who embodies the essence of the show, Johnny Carson is the one who comes to mind.

This all is déjà vu from an earlier time when Johnny Carson announced he was retiring. David Letterman was to be the heir apparent, but it was Leno who would get the gig. Letterman, like O’Brien, wanted to carry on the legacy that Carson started. But that “Tonight Show” is gone…long ago…when Johnny left it.

When I was a kid, “The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson” was what older folks watched. When David Letterman wanted it, it was hard for me to fathom, because he had his own show called “Letterman”. Just as Conan O’Brien was known as “Conan”. It was never known as “Late Night”.

Even though I respect and admire the talents of both David Letterman and Conan O’Brien, I never thought either of them were suitable hosts for “The Tonight Show”. Letterman was long considered the “anti-talk show host”. Where Carson was congenial and accommodating, Letterman was rough, biting, abrasive, and had shows filled with freakish stuff like Monkey Cam and Sandra Bernhardt. Conan O’Brien, though less abrasive, shared Letterman’s sense of comedic rebellion.

Whether Letterman cares to admit it or not, he spent most of his time at “Late Night” on NBC making sure he never got the “Tonight Show” job he wanted by alienating the network brass at NBC (I remember him calling them “pinheads” and “weasels”). So it’s not a surprise that Conan O’Brien’s style didn’t work out on “The Tonight Show” either.

O’Brien appeals to a younger demo than the desired 25 – 54 year-olds “The Tonight Show” is geared to reach. A demo who instead of watching programs like “The Tonight Show” after their local news watch programs they recorded earlier on their DVRs. This same generation flocks to the Internet to watch programs on demand when they want to at their convenience instead of scheduling their lives around a network air schedule.

“The Tonight Show” legacy has now been tarnished not once, but twice. First with the Letterman-Leno fight and now with O’Brien pitted against Leno again. And because of that tarnishing and tainting, this will be the last battle for this turf. It is now damaged goods, and no longer the Holy Grail it once was. It’s just another piece of property on a network schedule that has been totally stripped of its luster, aura, appeal or mystique it once had. Just something else from my younger years that will never be the same again.

I'm So Conflicted, I Can't Handle The "Tooth"

The new movie “Tooth Fairy” starring Dwayne (Don’t Call Me The Rock Anymore!) Johnson opens in theaters this weekend. My kids have already told me they want to go see it. However I am conflicted about whether I want us to go watch this movie.

The movie “Tooth Fairy” is set in Lansing, Michigan. That’s right, the wondrous metropolis where I live and work…the home of Q-106 and Classic Hits 92-X. The home of the infamous “Angriest Mayor in Amreica” Virg Bernero of CNN fame. Dwayne (Hey! I Said Don’t Call Me The Rock! So Stop It!!!) Johnson’s character is a hockey player for the fictitious NHL team, the Lansing Ice Dogs, who doesn’t believe in the Tooth Fairy. He winds up being “summoned” by the head Tooth Fairy (portrayed by Mary Poppins herself Julie Andrews) who makes him a Tooth Fairy and purported hilarity ensues.

My conflict is not with the premise of the Tooth Fairy. I know there is a Tooth Fairy. I listened to “The Continuing Adventures of The Tooth Fairy” on W4-FM in Detroit (when they were a rock radio station) portrayed by voice talent and former WCFL Chicago production guru Dick Orkin…who also did “The Adventures of Chickenman” (“He’s everywhere! He’s Everywhere!”). So I know there is one. Neither is it that Julie Andrews is the Head Tooth Fairy. Mary Poppins is magical and can easily be the Head Tooth Fairy. It isn’t even Dwayne (Look, I Keep Telling You, I’m Not The Rock Anymore!) Johnson wearing a tutu and sporting wings on his back.

The State of Michigan has had a very financially advantageous film incentive going for a few years now. The incentive gives generous cash breaks to movie studios to film their movies here in Michigan…one of the most generous incentive programs outside Hollywood. A number of great movies have filmed here and have taken advantage of these incentives: “Gran Torino” and “Youth In Revolt” to name a couple of recent successful ones.

However, in some sort of wacky infinite wisdom, the folks at 20th Century Fox (the movie studio who made “Tooth Fairy”), feeling that with the story being set in Lansing, and with Michigan having a great film incentive tax break, and with Michigan having an awesome track record of very successful films being shot here, decided to do the location shoots in…Vancouver!

In these tough economic times, one would think a company trying to make a product consumer-friendly to US consumers would avoid “out-sourcing” to a foreign country and take advantage of cost savings to help create jobs in the market that the company is wanting to sell its product in. Am I being nuts here?

Don’t get me wrong. I love Canada. The Fish Market in Windsor is the best place I have ever been to for tasty salmon. I grew up listening to the hits on the Big-8 CKLW. And if it weren’t for CBC TV I would have not had the opportunity to see Detroit Red Wings games on TV when I was a kid (before ESPN, Versus, and local Detroit TV carried the games). But when you can save a boatload of money by shooting Lansing scenes in Lansing, Michigan, why go to Vancouver? Vancouver looks nothing like Lansing.

Also, with the faux NHL team angle (Lansing Ice Dogs), shooting in Lansing would have made perfect sense. Michigan State University has the top-notch Munn Ice Arena and their hockey program has put out great NHL players like Buffalo Sabres’ goalie Ryan Miller and brother Drew (Red Wing forward), the Nashville Predators’ Adam Hall and others. And with the Detroit Red Wings just 60 miles down the road, there could have been some top-notch hockey action here in Michigan for the cameras to shoot. After all, Detroit is “Hockeytown”, and the Detroit Red Wings can kick the Vancouver Canucks butts any day.

But for whatever reason 20th Century Fox decided to shoot “Tooth Fairy” location shots in Vancouver. So, thusly I am conflicted. Lansing gets national and international exposure, yet the studio didn’t do that exposure true justice by allowing movie goers to really SEE Lansing in the movie. But because the kids want to see it, I will go. If for nothing else but to see how ridiculous Dwayne (For The Last Time, Stop Calling Me The Rock!) Johnson looks wearing a tutu.

A New World Record Opens

Monday, January 4, 2010 marks the opening of the Burj Dubai, the new record holder of the world’s tallest building at a reported 2,600 feet – over ½ of a mile tall. The Burj Dubai tower contains 57 elevators that travel at speeds of up to 40 MPH, 1,044 apartments, 49 floors of office space and a hotel, can be seen from as far as 59 miles away and is estimated to have cost $4 billion dollars.

The former record holder, the Taipei 101 tower, pales in comparison to the Burj Dubai – standing at a mere 1,671 feet. However, the Burj Dubai as a man-made structure only beats the former world’s largest existing man-made structure, the KVLY-TV mast in Blanchard, North Dakota, by only around 600 feet.

One has to look at this accomplishment with sheer amazement. The history of tallest buildings and structures goes all the way back to 2600 BC and the building of the Cheops Pyramid in Egypt at a dwarf 481 feet, and the ranks of those beating it including cathedrals in Europe, the Washington Monument, the Eiffel Tower, the Chrysler Building and the Empire State Building. The Empire State Building was the world’s tallest for over forty years until the Twin Towers at the World Trade Center. Since then, it seems every few years, a new world’s tallest emerges.

My amazement in the unbelievable height of the Burj Dubai is not in the accomplishment, but in the purpose of such an accomplishment. With Dubai nearly going bankrupt late last year and its property values dropping over 50% it seems a bit extravagant at a $4 billion price tag. Then there’s the location of it in the Middle East with terrorist concerns being on our minds in today’s world. If the bringing down of the WTC Twin Towers in NYC was horrific, imagine the bringing down of the Burj Dubai. And there’s that law of gravity thing: what goes up must come down.

I remember the story of the Tower of Babel in my Sunday School classes as a kid. Though the purpose of building the Burj Dubai is not the same as the purpose of building Babel in Old Testament times, the Burj Dubai has that “spiral” similarity to it like the artist depictions of Babel in my old Sunday School books.

So tomorrow, we will have a new tallest building in the world open for business. One has to wonder how long it will take architects, designers and builders to put up a taller one.

Where Have All The Snuggies Gone???

You remember Snuggies, right? Those blankets with sleeves? Well maybe they really weren’t a blanket per se. More like an extremely comfortable and very oversized sweatshirt. Well, now that Christmas is over, what happened to them?

Just the past month they were the talk of the Holiday shopping season. Everybody wanted one. They were all over TV, radio and the internet. Businesses, organizations, and even Alternative Rock bands ordered grosses with their logo printed on them for promotional items and marketing. One of my Facebook friends even Photoshopped themselves wearing one and put it up as their profile picture this past month. The world had gone Snuggie crazy.

And now…just one week after Christmas…I am hearing nothing about them. Not a peep. No exclamations of “I got a Snuggie for Christmas!” from family and friends. I didn’t even receive one.

What happened to the Snuggie fad? Did it go the way of the Spirograph, Lite Brite and Chia Pet? Is it because we can’t use them on airplanes after Muhhamed-Bob Flare Pants tried to blow up a plane with a bomb hidden in his underwear…probably using a Snuggie to hide what he was doing. Apparently, if the latter is the case, the Snuggie isn’t flame-retardant.

Has the Snuggie joined the ranks of other fad gifts? You know, like the Pocket Fisherman, Bubba the Singing Bass on a plaque, bread makers and shiatsu massagers? It didn’t even make any of the top popular Holiday gifts for 2009.

Well, it’s a New Year, and the Holiday gift season is past. Now we have 10 months to come up with the next hot gift idea…that hopefully will truly be a hot gift. And I have begun thinking already of what I could devise and manufacture for next Holiday season that will become the most talked about “must have” Christmas gift for 2010…

…the electric Snuggie!!! Could be even battery operated. And you can download apps onto it…

A New Year... A New Decade...

Happy New Year! Happy New Decade!

And before you fire off that email to me debating whether the new decade starts on 1/1/2010 or 1/1/2011 (like the debate 10 years ago about whether 2000 was really the beginning of a new millennium or was it 2001), is it worth wasting time on it? After all, the day you are born is 0 years old and the tenth anniversary of your birth you are 10 years old. You have been on the planet 10 years. Need I go on?

Anyway, back to the original topic…whatever it was. Oh, yeah…New Year…New Decade…

This past decade started out a bit strange. 1999 brought us the Dot Com Bust, the establishment of the Euro, Jack Kevorkian being found guilty of murder for assisting in a suicide, Lance Armstrong winning his first Tour de France and Boris Yeltsin resigning as leader of Russia paving the way for Vladimir Putin.

We entered 2000 with fear and trepidation, stockpiling food, gasoline, money and anything else we could get our hands on to prepare for the perceived Armageddon we called “Y2K”, which never came. With the century and millennium change, a lot of strange things happened. Like 5 planets, the Sun and the Moon all lining up in the middle of the year and the 2000 “hanging chad” presidential election between Bush and Gore.

The past decade shaped us as a more cautious people with the events of 9/11/2001, looking at those around us with more scrutiny and trepidation. We entered two wars, one in Afghanistan and one in Iraq; a déjà vu from the Vietnam days of sending our sons and daughters off to fight on foreign soil against an enemy not playing by “the rules”. But amidst all this fear, turmoil and uncertainty, we still we found ourselves able to grow and advance. The Internet grew with tremendous leaps and bounds; from being just a pipeline for email, Telnet bulletin boards and web surfing to a delivery vehicle for digital media, movies, music, telephone and video. Cell phones became more than just a phone to the point where today’s mobile phones are not even thought of for their purpose of being a telephone.

Of course, with such growth there are growing pains. Technology began thinning out job market sectors and new delivery options for receiving our information, slowly killing off the old delivery methods and vehicles. And, not learning our lessons from the Great Depression of the 1920s and 1930s, we once again lived lavishly and greedily on credit that we didn’t have the capability to afford, and are paying for it with the current economic crisis we carry into this new decade.

This past decade we lost some very iconic figures: Steve Allen, Jack Paar and Johnny Carson...the first three hosts of the Tonight Show on NBC…as well as Carson’s sidekick Ed McMahon, Charles Schultz, Tom Landry, Chet Atkins, Carroll O’Connor, Ted Williams, Ann Landers, Johnny Cash, Bob Hope, Mr. Rogers, Rodney Dangerfield, Julia Child, Marlon Brando, Ray Charles, “Captain Kangaroo” Bob Keeshan, Johnny Ramone, Richard Pryor, Bob Denver, Pope John Paul II, Sandra Dee, James Brown, Don Knotts, Billy Preston, Ronald Reagan, Gerald Ford, Evil Knievel, Bo Diddley, George Carlin, Hunter S. Thompson, Tim Russert, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, Ted Kennedy and Gidget the Taco Bell Chihuahua.

This past decade we also said goodbye to VHS tape, Analog TV, Kodachrome, Montgomery Wards, Woolworths and Farmer Jack (and “It’s Farmer Jack Saving Time”), In their place said we said hello to Blu-Ray DVDs, DTV and satellite TV options to cable, proliferation of digital cameras everywhere, and the rise of Kroger and WalMart. A lot of the “old guard” media outlets and delivery methods hit rough times this past decade as well; broadcast TV, terrestrial radio, the Compact Disc, newspapers and magazines…seeing numerous closures, bankruptcies, lawsuits and changes in programming, staff numbers and outlooks.

And now, time marches on as we enter a New Year and a new decade. We have elected the first black president and it seems we are moving forward into new territories with a unique mixture of hope, despair, sadness, frustration and doubt. Terrorism is still very much on our minds with the recent bomb attempt on Christmas Day on a plane landing at Detroit Metro Airport. The economy is still heavy on our minds with high unemployment, foreclosures, and a looming debt load.

However, the New Year and new decade also brings with it new hope; a fresh start to begin to enact positive changes for ourselves and others. Can we rise to this occasion? I know I will give it my best shot to do so. Recently a very good friend shared a quote from Walt Disney that will be my mantra for making 2010 the best year and decade ever:

“All our dreams can come true – if we have the courage to pursue them”

A very Happy New Year and New Decade to you all! May you have the courage in 2010 to dream and hope for all the best this year and for new beginnings and better days! May you always have food for your table, water to quench your thirst, a place to hang your hat, and a year filled with smiles, laughter and love.