{"id":18858,"date":"2011-03-17T06:55:13","date_gmt":"2011-03-17T12:55:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=18858"},"modified":"2011-03-17T06:55:13","modified_gmt":"2011-03-17T12:55:13","slug":"festival-of-duh","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=18858","title":{"rendered":"Festival Of Duh"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Before I start, let me be crystal-clear on a key point: <em>Gawker<\/em> is to journalism what the &#8220;E&#8221; Network is to Edward R. Murrow.<\/p>\n<p><em>Gawker <\/em>sets a bar so low that nothing can get under it &#8211; save for its various copycats and spinoffs, <em>Defamer <\/em>and <em>Awl <\/em>and <em>Oh, Noes, I Can Say Naughty Things About People I Don&#8217;t Like On The Intertubes <\/em>and whatever the hell else was bubbled up from that entire suppurating puddle of intellectual pus, each of which limbo handily beneath that already-minuscule standard.<\/p>\n<p>Clear?<\/p>\n<p>Anyway &#8211; they&#8217;ve just discovered that <em>not everything you hear on morning radio is spontaneous,<\/em> and that <em>some of the callers are actually actors. <\/em><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>On Monday we learned about a curious new venture from Premiere Radio Networks that offers radio shows &#8220;voice talent to take\/make your on-air calls&#8221;\u2014in other words, fake talk-radio callers.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote><p>And then we heard from a few folks in the business, and it turns out this is a thing!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>That&#8217;s right! \u00a0Morning radio &#8211; <em>all <\/em>radio, really &#8211; tries to <em>entertain<\/em>. \u00a0And the fact is, most people just aren&#8217;t that entertaining.<\/p>\n<p>And so when you tune into your chuckleheaded morning zoo, remember &#8211; there <em>is <\/em>no codecil in the social contract saying &#8220;we, the radio station\/network, pledge that your entertainment is organic&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>Morning radio is <em>not &#8220;journalism&#8221;<\/em>. \u00a0(<a href=\"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?cat=125\">Either is an awful lot of journalism<\/a>, as it turns out).<\/p>\n<p>This confuses some people:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>All of wacky morning drive-time radio, apparently, is populated by voice actors pretending to be jilted lovers\u2014or in at least one instance, an aviation expert talking about a local plane crash&#8230;&#8221;Any time you hear something surreal on a morning radio show, it&#8217;s bullshit,&#8221; one veteran independent radio producer told me. &#8220;The great prank phone calls\u2014they&#8217;re all fake. If it&#8217;s top 40, and if it has a morning show, then it uses actors.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote><p>While Premiere&#8217;s &#8220;On Call&#8221; service is relatively new, there are several long-standing services that supply scenarios, story lines, and actors to desperate local morning shows. The problem is obvious: DJs have hours to fill, and if anyone is actually calling into the station, they are in all likelihood boring people with boring problems. Enter United Stations Radio Networks, a radio company co-founded by Dick Clark, who still serves as its chairman emeritus.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote><p>United Stations generates wacky characters and scenarios\u2014basically mini-radio plays\u2014and sends them out to shows across the country. &#8220;It&#8217;s, &#8216;Hey, can you pretend to hate black people for the next 15 minutes so we can get people talking?'&#8221; said the producer.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>The\u00a0<em>Gawker <\/em>has the victorian vapours, in this case, over a syndicated bit, &#8220;War of the Roses&#8221;, which KDWB&#8217;s &#8220;Dave Ryan Show&#8221; uses &#8211; but that&#8217;s just one of many.<\/p>\n<p>It actually sounds like a fun gig:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Another strange one, he said, was when he was told to pretend to be a little person outraged at the way American culture becomes obsessed with Elves each Christmas. There was no scenario or storyline, just an opinion designed, presumably, to attract mockery. &#8220;I was supposed to be angry about the overmarketing of little people during Christmas,&#8221; he said. &#8220;They wanted a &#8216;little guy with a big voice.'&#8221; Aside from those cases, Burt said, he mostly played cheating husbands and boyfriends. &#8220;It was pretty surreal. I&#8217;d get an email with the radio station, the character, the set-up, and the number to call. The hard part was always having to deal with wacky fucking morning DJs. These are the things you do when you need to eat.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Now, I have to wonder &#8211; given that there&#8217;s an apparent market for stupid phone bits, wouldn&#8217;t it stand to reason that there&#8217;s a concurrent market for stupid, risible blog writing?<\/p>\n<p>This next bit (emphasis added) has gotta make you wonder:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>Somewhat surprisingly, there&#8217;s nothing even remotely illegal<\/strong> about populating radio shows with fake characters and passing it off is real. The FCC does have regulations barring &#8220;hoaxes,&#8221; but that only bars stunts that &#8220;directly cause substantial public harm.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>(Um, yeah &#8211; the &#8220;War Of The Worlds&#8221; clause).<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Run of the mill shitty gags, it seems, are OK.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I&#8217;m almost tempted to write the guy and ask if he knows that &#8220;The Real World&#8221; is kinda scripted, too&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Before I start, let me be crystal-clear on a key point: Gawker is to journalism what the &#8220;E&#8221; Network is to Edward R. Murrow. Gawker sets a bar so low that nothing can get under it &#8211; save for its various copycats and spinoffs, Defamer and Awl and Oh, Noes, I Can Say Naughty Things [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18858","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stupid"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18858","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=18858"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18858\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18864,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18858\/revisions\/18864"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=18858"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=18858"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=18858"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}