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The Saturday Comics: The Phantom, Day by Day

16 Apr

April 16, 2011

A daily comic strip has a near-impossible task. It is serialized seven days per week, each week. While it needs to present a cohesive and continuing story, each day’s strip needs to stand alone as well. And it needs to be done in only three or four panels.

Newer strips may be forgiven, just a bit, if they sometimes flounder. After all, comic strips are an old medium in an era of instant gratification. While there are many great new strips, it boggles my mind to come across one of the big names of the genre that seems to have not just lost its way, but to have driven off the road, through a grove of trees, and somehow ended up floating in a pool in somebody’s backyard.

I present, day by day,

DAY ONE:

OK, I get it. I came in at the end of an adventure. It looks like a happy ending. It is actually a good thing I came in now so I can enjoy the start of a whole new story tomorrow. Looking forward to it.

DAY TWO:

Well, that’s nice. Sort of the same thing as yesterday though. And it seems a bit of a waste, story-wise, to do it in one big splash but I guess it gets the emotion across. OK, let’s see where this goes tomorrow.

DAY THREE:

What the? What’s the point of this? Is the next arc about haircuts? If this were a play I could almost hear the stage manager hissing “vamp!” while the star desperately searches for her line. This is ridiculous, the big splash yesterday should have ended the arc. I’m getting a bit tired of this, hopefully things will move ahead tomorrow.

DAY FOUR:

Um, Ok. More wasting time. Maybe they haven’t hammered out the next script yet and just tossed this in? I can’t figure out a purpose to this strip, unless it is to reinforce their dedication to fighting evil? This isn’t much of a superhero strip, it is more like a bad show on the religious station with Kirk Cameron. I’m not hopeful for tomorrow.

DAY FIVE:

Ahh, now we’re getting somewhere.

DAY SIX:

Huh? Where’s The Phantom? And isn’t that the guy who was supposed to be in jail? Who are these people? I sat through almost a week for this? That strip could have been told in three panels. And re-read the second panel. “Colonel Weeks met the unknown commander.” “Worubu doubts it.” There is a verb tense problem there, and I’m usually not that picky outside of a grammar blog but that is really annoying to read. I really hope The Phantom picks up but I’m losing hope.

DAY SEVEN:

UGH! Back to that? It’s like the Sunday strip exists in a different timeline, and maybe it might. Many strips do a separate storyline on Sundays because some papers only run the Sunday strips. So I can follow the annoying story on Sunday, or follow the slow and boring story during the week, or maybe wait and see if indeed that Sunday strip is part of the same story as the weekly though it doesn’t seem to be.

DAY EIGHT:

To Hell with The Phantom. Popeye never fails. I got more out of that strip than an entire week of The Phantom. And why not? It looks like they are running a classic Sagendorf strip.

That Phantom run may have been the worst week of a comic strip that I have ever read, and that’s coming from someone who read comics written and drawn by Rob Liefeld so you know I’ve read some bad comics. The artist of this strip, Paul Ryan, was the artist on one of my favorite runs of the Fantastic Four so this hurts all the more.

The Allure of the Flute.

14 Apr

April 13, 2011

Love him or hate him, Bob Grant is a New York radio legend. One of the pioneers of political talk radio, he’s been on the air since 1970 and he’s been cranky since Day One.

He isn’t genteel. Phone calls frequently end with him telling a caller to “get off my phone, you jerk!” Guests are often informed that “you’re a fake, a phony, and a fraud!” Shows would end with “Somebody’s got to say these things, it has to be me!”

Howard Stern used to credit Bob Grant as an influence, then Stern decided that he had invented everything in radio down to the original Marconi wireless and called Grant an imitator. (“Tell ‘em Fred.”) This despite the fact that Grant was in radio causing controversy long before Hoo Hoo Howie.

However, it was his regular (and slightly irregular) callers who often stole the show. This is from Wikipedia, whose journalistic content exceeds the sewer but doesn’t approach your car’s owner’s manual:

One of Grant’s most memorable regular call-in guests was Ms. Trivia, who aired her “Beef of the Week”, a series of seemingly trivial complaints, such as her objection to stale gum in baseball card packets, the exaltation of the lowly mouse in popular cartoon culture (Mickey Mouse, Mighty Mouse) at the expense of portraying felines in a discriminatory manner (Felix, the trickster, Sylvester, the loser cat with a lisp, etc.) She later insisted that she be called “Mm. Trivia” in support of doing away with titles that differentiated men from women (such as Miss, Ms. or Mister). Grant referred to Mm. Trivia as the most popular personage on WMCA radio who was not even on the payroll. Ms. Trivia was Grant’s guest at a Halloween Festival dinner held at Lauritano’s Restaurant in the Bronx, where a young Ms. Trivia, not long out of her teens, revealed herself for the first time to a startled radio audience, many who had expected and assumed, based upon her articulation and intonation, that she would be an elderly, prudish woman. Instead, a statuesque and fashionable Ms. Trivia, wearing an elaborate Victorian costume, was the surprise guest seated next to Grant at the dais table along with several political figures from New York. The following day the majority of calls to the show were for the purpose of obtaining information about the mysterious Mm. Trivia, with Grant in his typical manner finally in exasperation hanging up on the callers, shouting, “THIS IS NOT Mm. TRIVIA’S SHOW!”

I only wish I were as accomplished a crank as Mm. Trivia.

The caller I remember most, however, is simply known to me as The Flute Guy. Long before people would call a show just to shout “Ba Ba Booey!” this guy called Bob and, without ever saying a word, played a few notes on a flute until he was cut off. It wasn’t much of a tune; sort of a simple yet haunting series of rising and falling tones. Sometimes he’d manage to get in several times each show, other times you’d go days before hearing him again.

It got to the point that you wanted to hear him because Bob couldn’t simply hang up and go to another caller, he go off for the next two or three minutes on what the Flute Guy’s problem was, if it was a mental problem or if he was just a jerk. Eventually his call screener got pretty good at keeping him off the air but sometimes he’d manage to fool the screener and get through.

Bob: “OK, Michelle from Sunset Park, you’re next on the Bob Grant Show.”
Flute Guy: haunting melody quickly cut off.
Bob: “Get off my phone, you jerk!”
Me: “Yay!”

The Flute Guy remains my favorite radio show caller thanks to being so esoteric, just ahead of the legitimately nuts (and eventual subject of his own blog) Jerome from Manhattan who calls WFAN and pretty much every other station in NYC.

So what is the appeal of the flute?

This is the appeal of the flute.

Interested in more New York radio?
Check out Breakfast with Bob and Betty and Bernard Meltzer.