Monthly Archives: April 2017

Stephen Schwartz is one of Broadway's most successful composers, having written the tunes for (among others), Godspell, Pippin, The Baker's Wife and Wicked. He is always justifiably receiving tributes and at a recent one, my pal Jason Graae did a very brave thing by performing his rendition of "Popular" (from Wicked) in front of the guy who wrote it.

Watching this, I'm not entirely sure Mr. Schwartz was as entertained as others in the room but Jason went right ahead with it and I thought it was hilarious…

Numerous sources are now saying that Bill O'Reilly is out at Fox News. We're not going to weep for the guy. He's got eighty zillion dollars and given his track record, he's probably already got better offers up the ying-yang. Come to think of it, he was probably fired for making women better offers up the ying-yang. When someone so successful is axed, I always figure that there were already people in the company — whatever company it is — who already wanted to replace him and that they just got empowered.

Two things interest me about O'Reilly and only two things. One is that he's been one of the most-watched, most-read conservative commentators in the country for a very long time and yet, as I browse right-wing pundits and websites, I almost never see him quoted or even mentioned. Folks in that world love Sean Hannity and Rush and Ann Coulter and many, many columnists. I see almost zero love for Papa Bear, as Stephen Colbert — who is famously terrified of bears — calls him. And yet O'Reilly has the biggest audience.

Second thing: I don't like people who talk tough. In most cases, it's a sham because they aren't tough. In fact, in most cases, their actions are the opposite of their words and their supporters regard that as a minor discrepancy, easily overlooked. Hearing some people talk tough just gives some folks a tingle and I think that's one of the reasons we have who we have in the White House. There are certain fans Trump will never lose even if he never builds that wall, never cracks down on illegal immigration, never eradicates ISIS, etc. They hear the fiery rhetoric and say, "That man's a leader," never mind that he doesn't lead where he vows to take us.

Part of O'Reilly's entertainment value has always been how he dominated his show, controlled the flow of information on it and attacked his guests just enough to make "good television" but not so much that they wouldn't return next week. It was wrestling, not discussion. To the extent he won debates, he generally won them by being loud and defining the battle on his terms. Sometimes, he may also have been right but on his show, that was kind of irrelevant.

I always found his show unwatchable because the arguments — usually on his side, often on the other — were so phony and theatrical with no seeking of common ground. I'm not interested in that but I sure understand why it's popular. I expect it will continue to be popular wherever he lands…and land he will.

Stu Shostak's guest today is my pal Ken Levine. That's Ken on the left there posing with some old guy who thinks he can do comedy. Ken, meanwhile, does all sorts of things, many of which involve comedy. Ken is a TV writer, a TV producer, a TV director, a screenplay writer, a novelist, a playwright, a teacher of comedy, a disc jockey, a blogger, a baseball announcer…and, oh, I don't know what else. I can't keep track of what the guy does. He's probably doing ninety other things he doesn't tell me about. Anyway, Ken's credits include M*A*S*H and Cheers and The Jeffersons and I could name twenty others but those are impressive enough already. Ken's a good storyteller and you'll enjoy hearing them talk about whatever he talks about.

Stu's Show can be heard live (almost) every Wednesday at that Stu's Show website and you can listen for free there and then. Webcasts start at 4 PM Pacific Time, 7 PM Eastern and other times in other climes. They run a minimum of two hours and sometimes go to three or beyond. Then shortly after a show concludes, it's available for downloading from the Archives on that site. Downloads are 99 cents each or you can save enough money with Stu's "Buy three and get a fourth one free" offer to buy yourself a new, fully-loaded Porsche Carrera 911. You'd have to buy something like 325,000 Stu's Show downloads to save enough for a new, fullyloaded Porsche Carrera 911 but it could be done.

Phil LaMarr is one of the best voice actors working today…and sometimes, he even lowers himself to appearing on camera. But hey, I'll tell you where Phil's really great. He's part of an improv troupe that pops up every month or two in Los Angeles. It's called The Black Version and it's a bunch of black actors who take a classic movie full of white people — chosen by the audience — and improvise a musical version of it cast with black folks, i.e., them. I've seen it several times and everyone in it — not just Phil — is real good.

Their next performance is May 6 at the Largo at the Coronet on La Cienega Boulevard. Get tickets here and then listen to a podcast in which Phil talks about his work…

Here's a Christmas song and yeah, I know. It's April. But it's an Allan Sherman clip I haven't linked you to yet…his parody of what may well be the most-parodied song of all time. This is (obviously) from The Jimmy Dean Show, which was on ABC from September of 1963 until April of 1966. Sherman's single of this number came out in October of '63 so I presume this clip is from a show closer to Christmas but in that year.

And I have no idea why the framing on this clip is so odd. Maybe whoever digitized the clip did it on a boat during rough water. Try to enjoy it anyway…

If you browse auction sites and art dealers, you will find an awful lot of phony cartoonist drawings. In fact, here's a new "rule" that I just made up: You should spot many phony drawings. If you prowl eBay and don't see some, it probably means you aren't able to tell real drawings from fake ones and should treat your own judgments accordingly.

The two most often-forged cartoonists seem to me to be Charles Schulz and Jack Kirby. There are always some fake drawings around by these two — sketches someone did and signed their names to — but lately, there seems to be a special epidemic of them. Some of these are accompanied by impressive-looking Certificates of Authenticity or letters from folks claiming lofty credentials to know what's real and what's not.

(I've never quite understood the premise behind Certificates of Authenticity. They seem to be based the assumption that it's possible to forge a piece of art by a great artist but impossible to forge a one-page Xeroxed page by an "authority" you probably never heard of.)

There are good art forgeries and there are bad art forgeries and I am amazed at how bad some of the bad ones are. I just saw where someone paid over $2000 for a quick sketch of Snoopy which the seller swore was by Schulz. If Mr. Schulz did that, he did it with his left foot while coyotes were gnawing on his drawing hand.

Many of the Kirby fakes work like this: An artist — we'll call him Huckleberry Frelinghuysen — traces an existing drawing by Jack and inks his tracing. He signs it "Kirby/Frelinghuysen" and sells it. He may represent it honestly as a tracing or he may lead the buyer to believe that it was an original pencil drawing by Mr. Kirby which he [Mr. Frelinghuysen] obtained and inked on the same piece of paper. If the latter, a later owner is likely to represent it as an actual Kirby drawing inked by Frelinghuysen and price it like an actual Kirby drawing, which it is not. Frelinghuysen may be a talented man but he does not have the power to create an original Jack Kirby drawing.

And I guess I should add a word here about Kirby tracings that are inked and sold by artists who at some point in their careers actually worked with Jack and did at times ink real Kirby pencil art. Most of these guys, like Joe Sinnott and Mike Royer, are careful to label any Kirby re-creation or tracing they do in a way that makes clear the provenance of the piece. At least one artist who inked Kirby's work has not had that kind of integrity. The buyer thinks (wrongly) the piece originated on Kirby's drawing board and pays accordingly.

The forgery market is not, of course, limited to bogus Schulz and Kirby sketches. Right now on eBay, I see counterfeit Ditko, Romita, Steranko, Bruce Timm, Frazetta, Frank Miller and many others. Sometimes, a seller has one or two fakes among dozens of real drawings, which leads me to believe the seller doesn't know — and doesn't know the difference. Some dealers though have enough fakes that one suspects they know darn well they're selling forgeries. Auction sites rarely police this stuff, even in some cases when the legal reps of the artist whose work is forged — or even the artist himself — contacts them.

So watch out. As Abraham Lincoln said, "If an offer seems too good to be true, it's probably false." You might not know Lincoln said that but I have an original letter of his in which he said that and the guy who sold it to me assured me it was genuine. He even showed me that the zip code on the letter was Abe's actual zip code. If that isn't proof, what is?

Ezra Klein writes of the fundamental problem Republicans are having on agreeing on an Obamacare replacement. Obviously, it's that some of them don't want one at all, whereas some of them would like to be re-elected.

But Klein's point — and I think he's right — is that the ones who don't want the government at all involved in health care don't for the most part, say that. For the most part, they mask their true goal by pretending to be looking for that great, impossible fix where everyone's covered and it doesn't cost much. And that therefore has become the presumed goal in our government.

It's been a while since we had baby pandas on this blog…so here to make up for it, we have triplets. The birth appeared in 2014 at the Chimelong Safari Park in the Guangdong province in China. The mother panda, Juxiao, was preggo and there were some indicators that she might have twins. When three came out, the attendants couldn't believe it.

This video shows the actual births so don't watch it that kind of thing will disturb you…

It has now been a week plus about ten hours since my loving friend Carolyn Kelly officially passed away. I say "officially" because the last few days, she was breathing but that was about it. Couldn't speak. Couldn't recognize me or anyone. Could barely move. There are all sorts of definitions as to when life ends but hers did well before the time on the Death Certificate, which was late Sunday evening.

As I keep telling everyone, I am fine. I have a ridiculously-long list of things I need to get done in the next few weeks but even without that distraction, I'd be okay. The last time a lady friend died on me, it was utterly unexpected, out of the blue. That one took me a while to work through because I had to start the moment I got the phone call. With Carolyn, I had eight months of being sure of what would happen and at least as many before that of thinking it was likely.

What I learned with the death of the first lady was that it was important to keep functioning. I'm writing here about what I found works for me. It might be different for you but just in case it isn't, let me tell you a story about Henry Fonda. That's right: The actor Henry Fonda.

Beginning in 1948, he starred in the Broadway play of Mister Roberts, written by Thomas Heggen and Joshua Logan (based on Heggen's book) and directed by Logan. It was a smash hit both with critics and theatergoers, and Fonda — who had the title role — stayed in it far longer than a star of his magnitude might have confined himself to one job. It was, he said, just too good to leave.

One day, Mr. Fonda's wife committed suicide. It was not wholly surprising. She'd been institutionalized and he'd just filed for divorce. Still, a man's wife of many years — the mother of his children — kills herself…you'd think that's got to immobilize the man for a while.

That's what the producers of Mister Roberts assumed when they heard the news that morning. They assumed Fonda would shut down for a while and, realizing their star's understudy was woefully under-prepped, they ordered intensive, all-afternoon rehearsals to get him ready to go on that night. They then called Fonda and said, "Don't worry. Take as much time off as you need." To their amazement, Fonda said, "I'll be there tonight to do the show."

And do it he did…a letter-perfect performance. After, people asked him how on God's Earth he was able to do that. He said, "I had to." He went on to explain that the great thing for him about Mister Roberts was the thing he especially needed that day: The stability.

He knew exactly what would happen from the moment he arrived at the theater (around 7:30) until he left (around 11:30). Other things in his life were falling apart but he knew exactly what would happen every minute of those four hours. He knew what to say, what to do, how to do it. He knew when he'd get a big laugh and precisely the time at the end when he'd get a standing ovation.

With so much of his life not working, he was clinging to the part that did work, the four hours every night that always worked, that reminded him he was good at what he did. He also knew that as rough as the performance that night might be, it was not as rough as the one he'd experience if he'd taken a couple of weeks off, then tried returning to the show. He wouldn't have the weeks of wondering if he could still do it.

I have this repairman who sometimes does work around my house. He was always honest, very good at what he does and super-dependable and he never stopped being the first two of those things. But a few months ago, I needed work done here and he began flaking on me — said he'd be here at 10 AM and didn't show up until 7:00 that evening. A few times, he didn't show up at all. He'd phone me from his van, tell me what street he was on and estimate he'd be here in a half-hour…and then never arrive. It was so unlike the guy.

When he did show, the work was done expertly and efficiently…and he even tried to charge me less by way of apology. I kept telling him, "I don't need a discount. I need you here when you say you'll be here." I explained to him several times about Carolyn and how I had to fit him in around the times I had to run over to the nursing home, which were sometimes unpredictable.

He apologized over and over and told me some of what he'd been going through. It involved an ex-wife who had turned, he said, vengeful and had seized every possible asset, including for a time the van he needed in his work. There was a custody battle over a five-year-old son and there was some drinking and other ugly things. For some reason, I flashed on the Henry Fonda story so I offered some advice that I think was sound and I'll pass it on to you in case it ever comes in handy.

I said, "Half your life is a mess. You can recover from that but it'll be ten times as hard if you fuck up the part of your life that's working. Your business is working and you need the stability from that, to say nothing of the income." He later told me it helped him a lot to think of it in that terms. In fact, he said that the very next time he came over to fix something and he arrived here that day…well, not on time but darn close to it. Close enough, at least.

People who've lost loved ones have written me this past week to ask how I'm getting through it. I think I'm just taking my own advice about protecting the part of your life that's working, no matter how difficult that may be. I'm pretty proud of that advice even if I did steal it from Henry Fonda.

Oh, Lord…not another obit. But I do want to note the passing of Martin Greim, an important figure in comic book fandom and later a writer of comics. Marty died Saturday at the age of 74 and they're saying heart failure was the cause.

He was a guy who truly loved comic books and the folks who made them. He was active in running comic conventions in Boston and he published a magazine called Comic Crusader, which was mostly filled with his writing and drawing. When I first knew him, he very much wanted to write and draw professionally but a degenerative eye condition made half that dream impossible. He did manage to write a number of comics, including The Shield and his own creation, Thunderbunny. Before his eyes failed him, he wrote and drew one Donald Duck story that was published and I know he was very proud of that.

I had not been in touch with Marty for a long time but I recall spending much of a New York Con with him back in the seventies, talking about our favorite comics and debating some differing tastes. He was one of the good guys and we've lost way too many of them.

Friday evening, a friend of mine and I went to the Greek Theater here in Los Angeles to hear a woman of extraordinary talent, Idina Menzel — or as John Travolta once called her, Adele Dazeem. If she keeps this up, she's going to be more famous than he is.

Boy, she's good. The lady has an amazing voice on her and I don't think one false note came out of her mouth during the two hours she strutted across the stage and belted out one tune after another. She was accompanied by a eight-piece band and while I would have liked the "mix" to lower their volume a hair, they were just about as sensational as she was.

Many of her song selections were new to me — including some she wrote — but the audience loved 'em all, especially the ones they/we knew before. When she performed her signature numbers from Rent (her first Broadway show), Wicked (her biggest Broadway success) and Frozen (the Disney movie), a wave of Sure Thrill rippled through the Greek.

For "Let It Go" from Frozen, she sang most of the tune, then brought onto the stage an ad hoc chorus of audience volunteers in the 6-10 age bracket to help her with a section of it. Some of the children were volunteered by their parents and so were (appropriately) frozen at the concept of singing in front of thousands of people. It was quite charming and I couldn't help thinking that at least one of those kids decided then and there on a career in show business.

The show was supposed to start at 8:00, though my tickets were on the TicketMaster app on my cell phone and they said 6:30, which was the time the doors opened. We got to our seats at 7:50 and then waited. And waited. And waited. At 8:38, I posted a snide remark on this blog and I guess Idina was reading it and said, "Evanier's getting pissed. We'd better start" because the show started at 8:39.

I don't get why they do that. I heard someone in the row behind us say, "It's because they want to sell more refreshments" but at 8:05, my friend and I both wished we could go out and get something and didn't because we were afraid of missing the start of the show. If we'd known we had 33 minutes, we'd have spent more money.

That was my only real complaint. Ms. Menzel is a superb entertainer, and not just when she's singing. Her talking between numbers was charming and often quite hilarious and the audience just adored her. People kept shouting out "We love you" even though they were too far from the stage for Idina to hear them. Some shouted it close enough and everyone felt that way. Her tour continues and if she comes near you, you could go and have the same wonderful time we did.

And come to think of it: If her name isn't already as well-known as John Travolta's, it will be by the time this tour is over. Here, from another stop on that tour, is a mash-up of two numbers that shows you why…

Ezra Klein on the ridiculous process by which seats on the Supreme Court get filled. It's one of those things that has never made a lot of sense to me and I'm skeptical it can ever be changed because no party is going to give up the wish-dream of skewing it their way.

But I agree the system isn't working. There are probably thousands of judges out there who are very well-versed in the law and not beholden to either liberal or conservative ideology — the kind of judge whose vote cannot be predicted or assumed because he/she will decide each question solely on its merits. That's the kind of justices we should have but such folks stand very little chance of getting nominated. Remember the stink when George W. Bush nominated Harriet Miers to a seat on the highest court?

The left wing wasn't too upset about it. The right wing was because she didn't strike them as a 100% reliable conservative vote…and Bush had to withdraw the nomination and name someone more likely to think the right was always right. Left or right, we don't want a justice who will rule on the merits of a case. We want someone who'll always rule our way.

The other day, I was in a Taschen bookshop and I discovered and paged through a big, beautiful book called The Walt Disney Film Archives: The Animated Movies 1921-1968 by a whole bunch of Disney experts. It's full of photos and art and facts and commentaries and it took about eight seconds for me to think, "I gotta have this. Even though it's $200, I've gotta buy this." But not then and there. I was walking and it's a heavy book (620 pages!) and I didn't want to carry it home. That was a few days ago.

Today, in the nick o' time, I got an e-mail from my buddy Rick Scheckman informing me that Amazon is offering it now for sixty-five bucks. He just saved me $135 and he can save you the same amount if you order in a hurry because they won't have them forever and it'll probably never be any cheaper. Here's the link. Don't thank me. Thank Shecky.

The Nabisco people have brought out a new line of crackers called Crisp & Thins.  They've slapped the Ritz name on them though the crackers themselves have no real connection to what we know of as Ritz crackers.  They've just learned that we're more likely to try a new product if we see it as some sort of an extension of an old, popular product.  They've also stretched the definition of "Oreo" to include almost anything new they bring out that is even vaguely chocolate.

I warn you not to try Ritz Crisp & Thins, not because they're bad but because if you do, you may never eat anything else.  God, they're addictive.  They are indeed crisp and they are indeed thin but you will be neither crisp nor thin if you get hooked on them. Take it from me as I am presently working to get unhooked.

They're made with a blend of potato and wheat and are kind of halfway between a potato crisp (the baked kind) and a cracker.  They come in four flavors, those four being Sea Salt, Cream Cheese & Onion, Bacon, and Salt & Vinegar.  I buy the Sea Salt kind as I'm not fond of Cream Cheese or Vinegar flavors.

I tried one bag of the Bacon and…well, I have a hunch that at some point, the following conversation transpired…

MARKETING GUY: We're about ready to launch our Crisp & Thins line.  How's that Bacon flavored variety coming?

TEST KITCHEN CHEF: Not so good, I'm afraid.  The best we've been able to do really doesn't taste anything like bacon.  In fact, they don't taste like anything in particular.

MARKETING GUY: Who gives a rat's ass?  The American people have demonstrated time and again that they'll buy anything that says "bacon" on it.  Hell, they convince themselves things taste like bacon when they don't.  You ever have turkey bacon?  Veggie bacon?  Imitation bacon bits?  We're putting out a Bacon flavor of the Crisp & Thins, no matter what!

Even those are better than many other chips or crackers but if I were you, I'd stick with the Sea Salt.  Or better still, don't get started on them at all.  I may buy more of the Bacon just because it'll help my new chemical dependency on Ritz Crisp & Thins to only have in my house a kind of them I don't like as much.

You've all heard of the Friars Club, mostly because you've heard of its infamous celebrity roasts.

The Los Angeles outlet of the organization closed in 2008 and the building that housed it was demolished a few years later. I went there a few times and somehow managed to get on a list of people to be pestered into joining. Based on the frequency with which they mailed and phoned me, I sure got the feeling the club was desperate for cash and not long for the world. It had once been a home for current celebrities (comedians, especially) but by the time I paid my visits it was only enticing if you wanted to overpay for mediocre lunches and watch Milton Berle table-hop and work the room. Oh — and if you ventured into the locker room, you could see a lot of very old men wandering around nude for a lot more time than it takes to get dressed after a shower.

The L.A. Friars Club survived a major scandal in the late sixties when it turned out that members were being bilked of millions (yes, millions) of dollars in rigged poker games. The original Friars Club in New York has survived to this day but now it has a scandal of a different kind. I hope it turns out there's nothing to it but based on articles like this one, you wonder.