Archive for March, 2010

Few Jewels in This Crown

Saturday, March 27th, 2010

According to today’s Tribune, the Arie Crown Theater will be going dark starting in September.  I won’t miss it.

There was a time when the place was the hottest concert venue in town.  Back in high school seeing a group such as Chicago playing the Arie Crown was the ultimate downtown adventure for a group of teenagers from the western suburbs. The Arie Crown still had the sheen of newness back then, having reopened in 1972.  For my friends and me, it was exciting seeing performers we loved at a classy, adult venue frequented by our parents.

As a grown-up, however, I came to see the Arie Crown in a much different light.  For openers, I never felt the sound was very good there.  Seated in the center of the theater halfway back, I thought it was acceptable.  Anywhere else—especially in the wings—and it was terrible.

The smooth jazz shows we did at the Arie Crown never seemed to have the spark of shows we did at other venues, either.  Boney James at the Arie Crown on March 22, 2002, was a typical example.  I introduced Boney from the stage that night, but what I remember most about the night was what went on an hour before the show.  As I was walking through the lobby I spotted Boney standing by himself in a hallway near a side entrance to the stage.  I remember thinking how cold and sterile the place felt—quiet as a morgue, too.  There might have been a dozen people around but, in that wide, expansive lobby, Boney and I felt like we were alone.  We stood around and talked for about 15 minutes, and not a single soul came up to either of us the entire time.  Contrast that with the typical scene at the Chicago Theatre before a show—the crowded lobby, buzzing with excitement and anticipation.

Being out at McCormick Place didn’t help the Arie Crown, either.  There were no restaurants nearby.  If you wanted to dine before or after a show, you had to park your car twice—at the Arie Crown and at wherever you decided to eat.  It was both an inconvenient and expensive proposition.

Over the years we’ve hosted concerts at just about all the downtown venues.  None of them is perfect.  But the Arie Crown was the most imperfect of all.  I’m glad we did only a handful of shows there.  And, after each one, listeners told me in no uncertain terms I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

Good Night, Mr. Phelps

Monday, March 15th, 2010

I imagine over the next few days you’ll be hearing a few snippets of the Mission: Impossible theme at various times.  Peter Graves, the actor who played the leader of the Impossible Missions Force, Jim Phelps, died yesterday at the age of 83.

Off the top of my head, I can’t think of another TV series that received a bigger boost from a change in its lead actor than Mission did in the late 1960s.  Steven Hill brought considerable chops along with distinguished acting credentials to the role of Dan Briggs, leader of the IMF when the show debuted in 1966.  But Mission truly blossomed when producer Bruce Geller added Peter Graves to the ensemble at the start of season two after a falling out with Hill.  Graves embodied all the qualities of a leading man in an action series.  He was strong and athletic—and quite camera-friendly.  To this day, whenever I watch my DVDs of the original series, my wife always comments on how good looking he was, especially in the apartment scenes where he was always seen in suits that perfectly complimented his silver hair.

Graves’ Jim Phelps also had a cerebral side and preferred plotting missions around psychological manipulation of the target as opposed to using brute force and violence on them.  He was the opposite of 24’s Jack Bauer.

Growing up, I watched every episode of Mission: Impossible.  I loved everything about the show:  the staccato theme—perhaps the best TV theme song ever–composed by Lalo Schifrin;  the intricate plotting;  the no-nonsense, unsentimental endings of most of the episodes.  It was a brilliant concept, masterfully executed.  And Peter Graves was the essential ingredient.

In the end, he wasn’t “caught or killed.”  The Secretary didn’t have to “disavow any knowledge” of his actions.  Peter Graves went off into the sunset the way he preferred—and with his wife of nearly 60 years, Joan, and his three daughters, Kelly, Claudia and Amanda nearby.  I’ll miss him.

Reflecting on the Olympics

Monday, March 1st, 2010

Among people I know, it seems everybody settled in with their favorite event (figure skating, ice dancing or snowboarding, generally, and in my case, ice hockey) and made the coverage on NBC or MSNBC part of their evening routine the past couple weeks.  Then again, I realize there is a dissenting viewpoint out there that couldn’t care less  (e.g., my father-in-law called my wife after the first weekend to say, “Tired of the Olympics yet?”).

Ryan Miller was a deserving MVP in men’s hockey.  And dream, Blackhawk fans, of how easily he could have been OUR #1 goalie right now.  In the 1999 NHL draft, he was available until the 5th round, when he was taken by Buffalo.  With Miller still on the board, the Hawks chose the eminently forgettable Steve McCarthy, Dmitri Levinski, Stepan Mokhov, and Michael Jacobsen instead of Miller for four rounds.  True, the Hawks weren’t the only ones who whiffed on Miller, but wouldn’t your feelings going into the playoffs be a lot different with him between the pipes?

Televising the action during the three periods commercial-free—thanks to a deal with DirecTV—was fantastic.  Unless you actually attend a game, you never get to see what the players do during extended TV timeouts. Luongo, for instance, never hesitated to skate over to his bench, lift up his mask and grab some refreshment.  You could see the strain on his face the whole game during the extended breaks.

I’ve become captivated by curling.  It’s an odd activity and questionable as a real “sport” in the same way archery, golf and bowling are—to me, they seem much more a skill than a sport.  No matter, I surprised myself by not being bored watching either the men’s or women’s competition  in curling.

I don’t like the idea of the televising network’s exclusivity on the rights to action footage from the games.  Still photos are fine for ESPN The Magazine, but in the television world of technical bells and whistles, they fall very flat.  And that’s all the other networks can use.

I have trouble with the idea that, in keeping the medals count for the individual nations, gold, silver and bronze medals are considered equal in scoring.  For instance, this was the final count we saw in the paper this morning:

USA – 37 (9 Gold, 15 Silver, 13 Bronze)

Germany – 30 (10 Gold, 13 Silver, 7 Bronze)

Canada – 26 (14 Gold, 7 Silver, 5 Bronze)

Gold medals should be worth more than silver, which should be worth more than bronze in the medal standings–something like gold medals 3 points, silver medals 2 and bronze medals 1. That would give us this revised scoreboard:

USA – 70 points

Germany – 63 points

Canada – 61 points

The rankings haven’t changed, but the extra Golds push Canada closer to second place.  And, if you think all medals should be considered equal in merit, ask Duncan Keith if he wouldn’t mind trading his for Patrick Kane’s.

The gold medal game had all the drama you’d want in a finale–it was outstanding.  The fact that it got a 23.4 rating in Chicago–which put it in Bears territory–didn’t surprise me in the least.

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