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Videochatting w/Communists
As Cold War tensions came to a head, two men, working across the ocean from one another, became united in the quest to create conversations between Americans and Russians over the telephone lines. JULIA BARTON NOV 3 2014 The Atlantic In 1983 President Reagan dubbed the Soviet Union an âevil empire,â but by the end of his first term, he was wondering if ordinary Russians and Americans couldnât resolve our nationsâs difference by just talking. At the end of a White House speech on January 16, 1984, Reagan imagined an American couple, Jim and Sally, sheltering from a storm with Soviets Ivan and Anya. By some magic, there is no language barrier. âWould they then debate the differences between their respective governments?â Reagan asked, rhetorically of course. âOr would they find themselves comparing notes about their children and what each other did for a living?â Actually, we know what they would talk about: pizza. And Pepsi. And their hopes for goodwill among nations. We know this because by the end of the 80s, regular Soviets and Americans were talking to each other, through a strange and glitchy videophone. But the story of how those videophone calls happened in the first one is one full of risk, invention, and very strange characters. Today, American's have largely forgotten what it feels like to be isolated both by analog technology and geopolitics. Even before Reaganâs speech, the 1980s were the great era of longing for âordinaryâ conversation between Russians and Americans. While governments held formal arms talks, many Soviets lived in closed cities or were, by law, supposed to seek official permission to speak with foreigners. Peace activists in the U.S. were itching for more contact, especially as our government ramped up its anti-Soviet rhetoric. Today, Americans have largely forgotten what it feels like to be isolated both by analog technology and geopolitics. To peace activists on both sides of the Cold War divide, digital technology was the answer a stuck world was waiting for. What they lacked, the thinking went, was the means to communicate. And in some ways that was true. All the telephone trunk lines between the U.S.S.R. and the U.S. went through Pittsburgh. And there were only 33 of them for the Soviet Union, a nation of close to 300 million. (By contrast, Costa Rica had some 600 circuits to the U.S. at that time). Calls between the U.S. and U.S.S.R. had to be scheduled days if not weeks in advance, and even then the quality was terrible. The operators caught a lot of flack. Then suddenly, with satellite links and then the early Internet, that contact became theoretically possible. And two men, working across the ocean from one another, became united in the quest to make conversations between the two countries happen. In the early 1980s, Joel Schatz was working as an energy advisor to the governor of Oregon. He found the Reagan administrationâs approach to the U.S.S.R. alarming. Schatz had Russian-born grandparents and resented the way the Cold War kept people of the two empires isolated from one another. So Schatz and his wife Diane decided to raise funds to travel to the U.S.S.R. as âcitizen scouts.â They left in late August 1983. At that time, former KGB head Yuriy Andropov held the U.S.S.R. in his sclerotic grip. While Joel and Diane were in Moscow, the Soviets shot down Korean Air flight 007 over the Pacific, killing 269 people including a U.S. congressman. It was a grim time even for the grim pageant of the Cold War. But none of that mattered to the Schatzsâ hope of using technology to bring Russians and Americans closer together, because through their interpreter, theyâd met a man named Joseph Goldin. Here itâs perhaps best to quote Adam Hochchildâs fantastic Mother Jones piece about the Schatzs and this unlikely Soviet man: Joseph has no official connection to any institution, a fact that has apparently sometimes gotten him in trouble with the authorities. But clearly he is Joel's counterpart in the Soviet Union, another cultural repairman. In a country where all professionals have business cards in the same formatâlast name, first name and patronymic, academic degree, title, addressâJoseph has stationery showing a drawing of a man's head: The lower half is a face gazing at you intently, the top half is a partially completed, many-floored Tower of Babel. Around the edge of this head scrolls the Russian inscription: EXPEDITION TO HIDDEN HUMAN RESERVES. âHidden human reservesâ were, in Goldin-speak, akin to the untapped âhuman potentialâ theories popular among New Age thinkers in the U.S. at the time. And indeed, Goldin was on the board of the Esalen Institute in Big Sur, a group that had tried to forge telepathic links with Soviets before satellite technology made the paranormal less of a first resort. With Goldinâs wide, baby-ish face and staccato tumble of English, he enchanted many Americans in search of a free-thinking counterpart behind the Iron Curtain. Joel Schatz remembers thinking, âHere was someone we could work with.â Goldin believed that the people of the world needed more spontaneous contact. His dream, which he dubbed Mirror for Humanity, was to have huge screens in cities around the globe connected via satellite so people could peer at one another and strike up conversations (as with Reagan, language barriers seemed to be a minor problem for Goldin). Goldin was a utopian, not uncommon in a country steeped in the magical thinking of late-era Soviet Marxism. He saw spontaneous communication as a way to unleash the next era of human development. Though Joel Schatz adored Goldinâs utopian impulse, he had a more practical take. After his first experience trying to place a call from the U.S.S.R., Schatz had figured out that AT&T had the monopoly on calls to and from the United States. It was nearly impossible to make phone calls to the Soviet Union, without putting in a request, waiting for several days, and (at least on the U.S. side) paying an arm and a leg. Schatz thought this bottleneck was ridiculous, especially because it impeded ordinary communication between the citizenry of two nuclear superpowers. It being the 1980s, Schatz figured it was a problem that could be hacked with computers. There was just one problem: Schatz knew almost nothing about computers. âWe had friends in computers, and they recommended that we buy [one],â Schatz told me. He got a Radio Shack Tandy Model 80 âwith little rubber cups to fit over the telephone earpiece and speaker. I was reading the manual on the plane [to Russia] to see how it worked,â he recalls. But Schatz turned out to be a very good hacker, just not of computers. His real triumph was hacking people, specifically people within the Soviet bureaucracyâwhich was, admittedly, starving for the chance to reverse engineer Western technology. Schatz seemed to understand instinctively that power in the U.S.S.R. basically flowed as in a high school, with a few influential cliques running the show. His new friend Joseph Goldin also knew this and had endeared himself to the scientific-academic clique, men who were necessary to the military but also a tiny bit mystical. Goldin introduced Schatz to Boris Rauschenbakh, the Soviet astronomer whoâd managed to obtain the first images of the far side of the Moon. As Schatz tells it, âI happened to have an audio cassette of Pink Floydâs 'Dark Side of the Moon' in my briefcase.â He gave it to Rauschenbakh, who in return gave him the name of the right guy who could handle questions of proto-computing. Soon enough, Schatz was showing off his Model 80 computer to a group of powerful Soviet academics. âThese scientists looked at it as if it had been a space rock falling from heaven. They had never seen a device like this before,â he says. Thanks to that meeting, Schatz had the contacts and clearance he needed to set up an email link to connect his officeânow a nonprofit in San Franciscoâwith a place called Institute for Automated Systems in Moscow. Schatz needed something more exciting to generate interest, and he got it with "slow-scan television" technology. So Schatz could now send emails from his computer to Russians. But email was still rarely used in the mid-1980s. Schatz needed something more exciting to generate interest in his mission, and he got it with âslow-scan televisionâ technologyâa way of sending photo data, pixel by pixel, over voice telephone lines (at 3kHzâlike a super-slow television signal). Doctors and scientists had been using the technology to transmit images to one another since the 1960s. Astronauts and cosmonauts used it to transmit images of what they saw in space. But it had rarely been used for conversational purposes, and never for citizen diplomacy. Joseph Goldin first hit on the idea of attaching slow-scan images to ordinary, person-to-person communication in 1985. He left it up to Schatz to figure out how to obtain the equipment and bring it to the U.S.S.R. Writer Adam Hochschild was present for most of this ordeal, and in his Mother Jones piece, he describes an extensive comedy of errors getting a borrowed slow-scan unit through Soviet customs and set up in a Moscow conference room, linked over ordinary telephone lines to technicians in Berkeley who try to transmit a human image. Although vaguely recognizable as a human figure sitting in a chair, it looks as if black icicles were dripping down from the top of the screen, and as if the whole thing were viewed through a web of herringbones. Joel explains the problem on the phone, and then says, "Okay, now I'm going to send you something." He aims the video camera at a painting on the wall, and pushes the button. "Can you recognize this guy?" Thirty seconds later comes a voice from Berkeley: "Lenin!" A buzz of excited whispering in Russian runs around the roomful of Soviet bureaucrats. A visual image from this room has just traveled almost halfway 'round the world, over the phone. Several of the men stand up, to get a better view of the TV. Suddenly seeing and talking to faraway people was sexy, but also easily within reach, even if the picture quality wasnât the greatest. Finally, Schatz and Goldin were ready to bring it to the world. Like the shrewd promoters they were, they started off with media stunts: New Yearsâ toasts between poets and musicians at midnight in Moscow, noon in San Francisco. Soon they were linking all kinds of small groups across the Cold War divide: maternity ward nurses and doctors, members of Alcoholics Anonymous. Diane Schatz, an artist herself, linked up cartoonists. And in 1987, the three amateur diplomats had a stroke of genius: connecting the telephone operators who handled the calls between the U.S. and U.S.S.R. So on October 9 of that year operators at AT&Tâs International Operating Center in Pittsburgh sat down in a windowless room to talk with their counterparts at the U.S.S.R.âs International Telephone Exchange in Moscow. You can see Joel and Diane in the foreground at the table where the American operators had gathered (we do not have film of the Soviet side). Diane, with smooth hair and dangling earrings, talks continuously into a white receiver linked to Moscow. Her husband Joel, Lennon to her Yoko with a bushy beard and round glasses, fiddles with a large Apple PC and points a camera to the operators around the table. Schatz has hooked all this up to two direct connections between Moscow and Pittsburghâcopper wires strung across land and sea. (Newly installed trans-Atlantic fiber-optic cables had not yet gone online.) Moscow telephones still operated on tsarist-era, un-insulated, copper wires. Schatz and the technicians in Moscow connected their computers to this copper-based technology with alligator clips. And yet remarkably, they were able to transmit pictures back and forth across the wiresâpictures of the operators as they talk. And they wanted to talk about what they do on their breaks. One American operator positions herself beneath a banner strung up in the conference room: It says HELLO NEW FRIENDS in Russian. Someone has grabbed bottles of soda and a frozen pizza. âDo you have pizza in Russia?â the woman asks. âHello?â The answer comes quickly, from a male voice with a Russian-tinged British accent. âWell, no pizza yet!â Itâs not clear if he means they havenât tried pizza in the U.S.S.R., or they havenât gotten the image yet. It makes its way through the wire line by line to be reconstructed on a TV screen in the distant northern city. After a few seconds, the man reacts: âOh, beautiful pizza!â Everyone laughs. In response, one of the supervisors in Moscow has her daughter play a song on the guitar. It is a little sad and clunky, her guitar out of tune. The Pittsburgh operators listen politely. The Soviet operators have many formal speeches to make. âHello,â says one operator named Svetlana. âI am very happy finally to have this rare opportunity not only to hear but to see my counterparts in America. And I very much hope that todayâs contact will continue and deepen our acquaintance. I hope we will have more sessions like this in the future.â After that exchange, the AT&T operators gave his scrappy startup second priority in line for calls to and from the U.S.S.R. First in line? The U.S. State Department. Around this same time, Schatz got funding from George Soros, the Hungarian-born hedge-fund manager who supported dissidents in the Eastern bloc. Soros helped Schatz turn his Internet and slow-scan link to the United States into a for-profit business called SovAmTeleport, splitting the proceeds 50/50 with the Soviet government, which was opening itself to joint ventures everywhere by this point. The fees for SovAmâs transmission and translation services look steep to us nowâmore than $1600 in today's dollars to set up a data account, plus a $330 monthly feeâbut there were plenty of customers on the U.S. side eager to pay for a solid link to counterparts in the U.S.S.R. This was the real beginning of Schatzâs big business. To capitalize on his new connections, Schatz established permanent offices in Moscow and St. Petersburg, hired his first employees, and also began looking at ways to break the AT&T monopoly on telephone connections to the U.S.S.R. It's clear how the Internet blew the minds of those few Soviets privileged enough to access it. Schatzâs first Russian employee was a 25-year-old named Andrei Kolesnikov, who had been running the hulking computers for a factory in Moscow. Talking with him now, itâs clear how completely the Internet blew the minds of those few Soviets privileged enough to access it. Kolesnikov remembers sitting in Schatzâs Moscow apartment, looking at his Apple PC, stunned that it could be linked not only to Schatzâs office in San Francisco, but with computers around the globe. This was his first glimpse of Usenet. âIt was a big, big thing for any person at that time,â Kolesnikov says. âBut for me it was kind of double-shock because I was just a Soviet guy from the factory!â In August 1991, hardline Communists deposed Soviet Premier Mikhail Gorbachev and declared themselves head of a new government. For three days, the U.S.S.R. had almost no telephone contact with the outside world. But SovAm was able to fly under the radar and keep sending out news from its clients, which now included major Western media. Kolesnikov didnât sleep for 72 hours. The coup was routed and six months later, the Soviet Union had dissolved into 15 pieces. Joel Schatz was suddenly a telecom mogul in a new countryâthe Russian Federationâa country now desperate to join the world. He continued traveling back and forth to Russia as SovAm Teleport became GTS, which spun off into something called Golden Telecom, which eventually merged with VimpelCom, now the seventh-largest mobile carrier in the world. In Russia and many former Soviet republics, VimpelCom sells its services under the brand BeeLine. In 2012, VimpelCon pulled in $23.1 billion in revenue. The Schatzes sold their shares in GTS in the early 2000s, but their involvement in the booming Russian telecom market clearly made them wealthy. They now live in a Japanese-style mansion atop a hill in Marin County, surrounded by fountains and manicured landscaping. They talk about their Russia experience as a wild ride they simply jumped on for a time. Their former employee Andrei Kolesnikov is now in charge of Coordination Center, the top-level domain name service for Russiaâs Internet. And he agrees that the Schatzs were simply in the right place at the right time. âI believe in Karl Marx,â Kolesnikov says wryly. âIf there was no Joel, there would be someone else. This was just part of the historical transformation.â But while the Schatzs got rich off the transformation, it was not as kind to Joseph Goldin. In the 1990s, he spent three years living in San Francisco with the Schatzs, trying constantly to convince people of his scheme for giant TV screens connecting the globe. But after the Cold War, Americans quickly lost interest in all things Russian. Goldinâs last accomplishment was a worldwide sing-along of Beethovenâs âOde to Joyâ at the opening of the 1998 Nagano Winter Olympics. Itâs moving to watch, and you can see and hear Goldinâs fantastic dream for humanity as whole stadia of people take up the chorus around the world. Soon after that, Goldin died of a heart attack. The few Russian newspapers that noticed reported that he was trying to organize a âspacebridgeâ between Chechens and Russians, who were then killing each other at a rapid pace. Good cross-cultural communication is more than just talkingâit's work. In his vast house, Joel Schatz still keeps up with the news from Russia, bewildered by its recent bender of anti-American hatred and Internet censorship. Clearly now, the problem is not that people donât have the means to communicateâthey can talk to (and troll) one another all day if they wish. But good cross-cultural communication is more than just talkingâitâs work. A ânaturalâ conversation between strangers with different upbringings involves a massive amount of discomfort, especially for Americans who are not often pushed out of their zones in this way. I speak decent Russian and have been traveling back and forth to the former Soviet world for three decades now, and Iâm still not good at it. Listening back, Iâm haunted by the many lofty speeches the Soviet operators made in that 1987 exchange. This, for Soviets then and even for many Russians now, is the culturally appropriate thing one does in a first meeting with foreigners. It clearly confused the American operators, who thought they were there to talk about their kids and pizza. The thought of orating over a phone about the friendship of mankind wouldâve been as ridiculous to them then as it is to me now, but it probably would have sent a cue of ânormal behaviorâ to the Soviet side. The Soviet operators said they hoped their new off-hours contact with Americans would continue, but AT&T apparently did not think the effort was worth it. As far as Schatz knows, no other video-calls were made between the two groups. Joel Schatz and Joseph Goldin were among the many tech visionaries who foresaw the end of analog isolation. But American awareness of foreign cultural cues is still pretty much the same it was in the 1980s. In fact, these late Cold War exchanges with Russians seem to be a high point of American interest in really engaging with people of another nation. But if Russian leaders turn back the clock to pseudo-Soviet threat-mongering and isolationâa model that seems to be their default endgameâthings might get so bad that Americans may again need to take an awkward turn as citizen diplomats. Next time, though, it wonât be the technology or the talking that is the challenge. The hard part will be, as it always has been, listening and understanding what the other side is saying. ------------------------- See also: These video chats helped thaw out the Cold War, PRI's The World, 11/7/14.
Port of Dallas
99% Invisible Episode 133: Port of Dallas
Thereâs a photograph we have tacked to our studio at 99% Invisible HQ. The photo, taken 1899, shows three men, all looking very fashionable, suspended mid-air on the lifted arm of a giant dredging machine. There are plenty of images like this from this eraâscenes of people standing around proudly as they shaped the earth. And in these old photos there seems to be a real sense of awe and reverence for the marvels of civil engineering. The above photo is a scene from the reversal of the Chicago River (see episode episode #86, true believers!). The reason that photo is famousâor at least famous enough for us to have seen itâis because the reversal of the Chicago River was an enormous engineering project that was successful. But you have to figure that there were countless other photographs depicting similarly-awe-inspiring feats of engineering prowess that we have never seenâbecause those feats turned out to be failures. This is a scene from of another feat of civil engineering: the creationâor the attempted creationâof the Port of Dallas. In 1892, the good ship Snag Boat Dallas of Dallas was employed to clear debris (called âsnagsâ) out of the Trinity River in order to make the river navigable to ships. Dallas, it was imagined, it could be a port city to the Gulf of Mexico. Dallas, though, is about 300 miles to the Gulf as the crow files. With all the Trinity Riverâs twists and turns, itâs actually more like 700 miles of river. Still, the Snagboat Dallas of Dallas was able to clear the river well enough to allow the passage of another well-named boat, the steamship H. A. Harvey, Jr. When the H. A. Harvey, Jr. arrived in Dallas in 1893 from the Gulf of Mexico, the city went berserk. The front page of the newspaper was printed in red ink because they were ecstatic to be becoming a port city. But the Trinity River still was not easily navigable. Dallas convinced Congress to survey the river and figure out where locks and dams could help make it navigable. The Army Corps of Engineers finished the first lock and dam in the early 1900s at a site 13 miles below Dallas. But eventually Congress shelved the project. The locks and dams that had already been built moldered. Then, in 1908, the Trinity River flooded, and made a mess of Dallas. As a result, Dallas hired esteemed urban planner and landscape architect George Kessler. The so-called âKessler Planâ would transform the Trinity River into a straight channel about a half-mile west of its existing course through Dallas. Levees would contain the new channel and open up miles of floodplain for development right next to downtown. Not all of the Kessler Plan came to pass, but the river was diverted and channeled into a 26 mile canal. In a a series of fits and starts over the next 55 years, the Port of Dallas project kept moving forward. In anticipation of the imminent navigability of the Trinity River, new freeway bridges constructed over the river were built extra tall to allow sea-going vessels clearance underneath.But by the time the money and political clout was ready to finish the project once and for all, Dallas didnât really need a seaport. The new DFW airport would do just fine. So the city of Dallas moved their river from the center of town to a walled-off floodplain for a Port of Dallas which never came to pass, and for years the diverted river festered; it became a place to dump sewage, and trash, and even dead bodies. No one went there on purpose. But now, things are finally starting to change. The Trinity is becoming a public green space. Making the diverted river easily accessible for public use is a huge urban-planning challenge for Dallas. But little by little people are starting to use the river. There are some trails for bikes and walking, and you can even take a kayak trip. Reporter (and native Dallasite) Julia Barton has been obsessed with the Trinity River for way too long. She spoke with Dallas historian Darwin Payne; and filmmaker Rob Tranchin, who produced Living With The Trinity. Dallas-born actor William Jackson Harper stepped in as the voice of Trinity River boosterism.
Audio Danger
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Audio Danger: Stories from the edge of listening
by Julia Barton | January 4, 2012
[As part of our mission to look at storytelling in every medium, Storyboard is pleased to introduce Julia Barton, who will bring us several posts in 2012 focused on developments in and examples from the world of audio narratives. âEd.]
Writers and video producers live in dread of the wandering eye. Audio producers live for it. Thatâs what makes us, in our secret hearts, troublemakers. We want you to lose sight of everything in front of your face: to stare through that dish in your hand, ignore your children, drop into a glazed-over trance of our making. Maybe donât drive off the road, but please do miss a few exits or get stuck in your car. Good audio should be dangerous that way.
But itâs very hard to accomplish, especially these days, when more and more audio comes to us via that distraction machine, the Web. Hence these posts. In the Storyboard spirit, Iâll be talking with audio producers and editors about how they accomplish their best stories, what obstacles theyâve overcome and the strategies theyâve learned along the way. I should point out that conversations about audio craft have long been underway on sites like Transom and airmedia.org. And thereâs a great new podcast, âHow Sound,â from longtime audio instructor Rob Rosenthal, who also interviews intrepid producers. In the posts Iâll be doing for Storyboard, Iâll simply be adding to (and sometimes echoing) all those worthy explorations.
I got my start in radio in 1995, while pursuing a masterâs degree in nonfiction writing at the University of Iowa. Doing airshifts at WSUI, the universityâs then-analog AM public radio station, was for me just an amusing side trip on the way to a blurry future in magazine writing. But then we started airing a new show, âThis American Life,â at 6 a.m. on my Sunday shift. I had a huge list of things to do during that hour, but I kept forgetting about my impending newscast and listening to the radio instead. The stories, at once mesmerizing and funny and surprising, actually endangered my work. So I had to start putting TAL on cassettes to hear later, like a portable, or pocket â or whatâs the word? â cast.
Since those days, Iâve been a radio reporter, an editor, and contributor to such programs as PRIâs âStudio 360â and âThe World.â Still, every time I sit down to craft a new audio feature, it feels almost as hard as the first time. Every piece is its own hellish puzzle.
That said, audio â especially broadcast radio â is a pretty conservative medium. Listeners appreciate familiarity and tend to punish experimentation (see below for one example). On the upside, I really donât have to try anything new. On the downside: well, not to offend anyone, but there are plenty of places on the low FM band where, format wise, it remains 1979. Thatâs fine for many; I donât want it to be fine for me.Â
So I sometimes go in search of the subtle shifts that amount to major trends in our hidebound world of audio storytelling. To that end, I talked with two people with their ears especially open: Julie Shapiro, the Artistic Director*Â of the Third Coast International Audio Festival (TCIAF) in Chicago, and Roman Mars, who was a judge for TCIAFâs awards competition this year â and who produces a successful and innovative podcast of his own, â99% Invisible,â about design. (Full disclosure: Iâve edited Romanâs work and also did a story for him).
Hundreds of aspiring Next-Big-Thing audio producers submit their best work to TCIAF from around the world. When I asked Shapiro and Mars what trends theyâre hearing, most of their answers fell under one surprisingly simple category: the âRadiolabâ Effect. WNYCâs âRadiolab,â in case you havenât heard it, is an occasional broadcast and regular podcast about science, and itâs as highly produced as anything on the radio. Most âRadiolabâ stories are crafted from hundreds of hours of audio, a ratio that thatâs hard for even the most accomplished programs to pull off. Ira Glass recently confessed in Transom, âIf they could do an hour of this every week, I think Iâd have to quit radio.â
So Shapiro and Mars arenât hearing a replication of of Radiolabâs labor-intensive production values, but they are hearing another trademark of the show, its conversational style. Youâd think, since the talk radio format is mostly talk, that this would be a given. But radio evolved in the age of oratory, when a stentorian delivery helped pierce the broadcast static, and thatâs what listeners still expect.
In the age of HD and earbuds, though, producers are finding they can sound more like themselves. âRadiolabâ co-hosts Jad Abumrad and Robert Krulwich break down complicated stories through a relaxed Socratic dialogue, an approach thatâs also been popularized by NPRâs âPlanet Moneyâ and APMâs âFreakonomics.â
âPeople are starting to recognize you can have fun and talk about interesting things as well,â Shapiro says. Or as Mars puts it, âIn America, we explain things a lot. So much that we need two people.â
Shapiro and Mars also hear a big âRadiolabâ Effect in the deeper integration of music and storytelling, far beyond the musical scoring thatâs a hallmark of âThis American Life.â You can hear Jad Abumradâs Oberlin music composition degree in the showâs use of original music to explain concepts (this segment from the episode âLoopsâ is a good example). That technique is showing up in more TCIAF award winners, like this independent piece, âKohn,â about a man with a disability that causes him to speak slowly but also causes his brain to hear himself as speaking like everyone else. Producer Andy Mills reached out to the band Hudson Branch to compose a song about Kohnâs brain, and the spoken story acts almost as a setup for the performance.
TCIAFâs winning story this year, âThe Wisdom of Jay Thunderbolt,â takes the musical approach a step further, remixing whole swaths of an interview with an underworld character who runs (or ran) a strip club out of his Detroit home. The nervous, disorienting result crystallizes at the point when Thunderbolt pulls a gun on his interviewers.
âNone of us could stop listening,â Mars says of the piece. âIt solved problems in really creative ways. Almost every step was chancy.â
âChancy,â of course, thrills the veteran producers behind TCIAF, and itâs their job to reward it. Yet flagship programs such as NPRâs âAll Things Consideredâ get a lot of flack when they showcase even mildly risky work. So itâs to the showâs credit that it teamed up with the independent producers at Long Haul Productions to air their story about the relationship between hydraulic fracking and earthquakes in rural Arkansas. The piece breaks many formats: itâs non-narrated, meaning interviewees and âfound soundâ do all the talking; and it features a commissioned song interwoven among the interviews. Listeners were quick to vent their fury at NPR. âI donât want artsy, stylistic reporting; I want factual reporting,â said one.
âHow Soundâ podcaster Rob Rosenthal later interviewed the producers, Dan Collison and Elizabeth Meister, about the experience. The upshot? It sucked, but ATCâs editors are standing by the team, and maybe next time theyâll make more effort to explain experimental formats ahead of time.
At least the angry ATC listeners were, well, listening. And maybe catching a whiff of how dangerous that can be.
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Feb. 3, 2012: NPR's Kelly McEvers on trauma and the calculus of risk
March 2, 2012: NPR's Daniel Zwerdling's secrets to great tape
March 15, 2012: Transgressive voices
May 22, 2012: The magic behind unscripted radio
Oct. 4, 2012: Going live
Dec 30, 2013: Best of Narrative 2013
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American Icon
by Julia Barton
Twenty years since its official demise, Dallas is the show that wonât die. Turn on a TV in many parts of the world, and you can still see the original saga of conniving oilmen, their business feuds, their alcoholic wives and sultry mistresses (and underaged nieces). And now the cable network TNT plans to start shooting a pilot for a sequel to the series, featuring the next generation of Ewings to fight and slut their way around Southfork Ranch.
Growing up in Dallas, I only remember seeing one episode: âBlack Market Baby.â And that was because my best friend, Jennifer White, was an extra in it. Her father worked on the local set of Dallas when the show came to film exterior shots in Dallas once a year.
Recently I sat down with Jennifer to watch âBlack Market Babyâ again.
âSeven years is a long time,â the actress Linda Gray fake-drawled to her husband, J.R. Ewing. âAnd thereâs nothing wrong with me.â
âDid she just say they havenât had sex in seven years?â Jennifer exclaimed. âWe definitely were not allowed to watch this when we were nine.â
But somehow we know the whole plot: how, five episodes earlier, J.R.âs brother Bobbyâs wife Pamela was going to have a baby, but then J.R. accidentally-on-purpose pushed her off the hayloft at Southfork. And now Sue Ellen, threatened that Pamela may get pregnant again, decides to go out and buy a baby. We see her meet a lawyer in a downtown Dallas overpopulated with extras. Then she goes to a âbadâ neighborhood to meet a birth mom. Jennifer and her brotherâalong with a black extra strategically lain across the apartment stepsâwere on hand to provide some of the badness.
âThere I am!â Jennifer gasps. We see the back of her head, being pushed in in a shopping cart by her younger brother. Vampy music plays in the background. And thatâs all. It took all day to film the three-second scene.
âMostly I remember the chuck wagon,â Jennifer said. âThere was a guy that sat in there all day long, and his job was to cook whatever you wanted, as much as you wanted. I mustâve eaten like two pounds of bacon that day.â Her eyes lit up. âCause I love bacon.â
Bacon: Thatâs what Dallas ended up being for us in the Sunbeltâa tasty treat, unearned and ultimately, not so good for us. But it signaled the moment when, at last, our growing population and wealth were too important to ignore.
As it was originally conceived, though, Dallas had nothing to do with Dallas. David Jacobsâwho created J.R., his younger brother Bobby, and the showâs other core charactersâtold me he only had a vague idea that the show would be set in Texas (which heâd visited once in his life). In 1977, as part of a CBS development deal with Lorimar Productions, Jacobs wrote up an untitled backstory about Ewing Oil and sent it over to Lorimar executive Mike Filerman.
âHe says, âYeah, it was fine. But I changed the name,ââ Jacobs recalls. âAnd I said, âWell, what did you call it?â He said, âDallas!...It sounded better than Houston.ââ
Poor Houston. Theyâre the ones with the oil, and Fort Worth has the cattle. In the late Seventies, Dallas had bankers, insurance brokers, and technology geeksâand they didnât wear cowboy hats.
Dallas Observer columnist Jim Schutze moved here from Detroit in 1978, the same year that Dallas began shooting. He thought he was moving to a cow-town and so was surprised find Dallas was, business-wise, more like a âlittle Switzerland.â
âNobody here wants to be country,â Schutze says, recalling how, early on, the cityâs elite recoiled at J.R.âs pseudo-cowboy swagger.
But in 1978, Dallas was still in the doldrums, reputation-wise, from the assassination of President Kennedy. It may have only been a coincidence that Jack Ruby and J.R. bore the same initials, but Hollywood definitely changed the equation: J.R., the bad man who just didnât care what people thought, sucked up all that Dallas shame and malaise and used it as fuel.
âIt made Dallas, which was this grouchy, adding-machine, actuarial city look kind of cool and romantic,â Schutze says. âSo Dallas embraced the myth and in some ways became like the TV show.â
Thatâs the Dallas I remember growing up: rebranded and set free. We could not build malls and skyscrapers fast enough. We could not perm our hair out big enough. We threw up huge subdivisions of giant houses with big chandeliers in enormous foyers. Our megaton, also initialed versions of J.R.âH. Ross Perot, George W. Bushâjolted the nation with their swaggering talk.
But first, J.R. had to get shot.
âBecause it was so successful in [its] second season, CBS asked Dallas to do four additional shows,â David Jacobs recalls. âThey already had their cliffhangerâŚAnd somebodyânobody knows whether it was Camille Marchetta, who was the story editor; or some people say it was Art Lewis, the producer. But somebody said, âLetâs shoot the sonofabitch.â
That was the spring of 1980. By summer, Larry Hagman was on the cover of TIME. The November 1980 episode of Dallasâthe one that revealed J.R.âs would-be assassinâremains the most-viewed hour of television ever. More than 350 million people tuned in worldwide.
The bullets hardly slowed J.R. down, of course. By then, thanks to some savvy distributors at CBS, he was an overdubbed international sensationâscheming in German, conniving in Hungarian, cackling in French. He even snuck into drab apartment blocks behind the Iron Curtain, where the show did not officially air.
Estonian filmmaker Jaak Kilmi remembers his fatherâand plenty of fathers in Tallinn, where he grew upâfashioning converters and antennae to filch TV signals from a Finnish broadcast tower across the Baltic Sea. Every Friday night, Kilmiâs family would gather around their Soviet console to keep up with the Ewings. His mother would translate the Finnish subtitles into Estonian.
âEveryone believed thatâs the American reality. People wanted to believe that people lived in skyscrapers and had beautiful cars, and everything was shiny and glamorous,â Kilmi says.
Kilmiâs made a documentary, Disco and Atomic War, about how Dallas helped weaken the hold of Communism. In truth, the showâs influence was minimalâuntil after the Soviet bloc collapsed. In the vacuum, though, Dallas provided a handy blueprint to would-be capitalists. Handyâand often disastrous, as I saw on a recent trip to Romania.
Off the road between the capital of Bucharest and the Black Sea, thereâs a green metal arch that looks straight off a Texas ranch. Turn under it and proceed down a long tree-lined drive, and you arrive in a hotel complex called Parcul Vacante Hermes (a reference to the Greek god of business). This place was more commonly known, back in the 1990s, as âSouthforkscu.â
The local tycoon who built it, Ilie Alexandru, wanted to be the J.R. of Romania. Eyeing his TV, he first built a white, gabled hotel and called it âDallas.â Then came the hotels âTexasâ and âWestern.â Alexandru also built stables, polo fields, a mansion with an eight-car garage andâsomewhat inconsistentlyâa replica of the Eiffel Tower.
The parkâs current manager, Rodica Florea, takes me around the grounds, which are practically empty on a cold January morning. Florea explains how she, too, watched Dallas in the 1980s. Unlike in the Soviet Union, the show aired on state TV in socialist Romania. (Some subversive advisors apparently told dictator Nicolae Ceausescu Dallas presented a critique of capitalism).
âI canât believe it was allowed, especially because we only had two hours of television a day,â Florea remembers.
Ilie Alexandru, born to a poor family, watched it like everyone else. Soon after the fall of Ceausescu in 1989, Alexandru was swaggering across this farmland empire in a cowboy hat and boots. He put on concerts and employed dozens of locals. He even got Larry Hagman to visit once.
But now the hotels âDallasâ and âTexasâ are both closed indefinitely for repairs. Turns out the J.R. of Romania built most of Southforkscu with borrowed money he couldnât repay. He ended up doing eight years in prison for a variety of financial crimes, and he died last year a broken man. The state sold all his assets to investors who stripped Parcul Vacante Hermes bare. Floreaâs employers are trying to rebuild the place, but judging from the broken windows in Hotel âTexas,â it could take some time.
While in jail, Alexandru told a Romanian paper, âI admired J.R., but I was like Bobby. The Bobby inside me finished me.â
Even at the real Southfork, the one north of Dallas, people seem surprised that the show still has so much traction.
âI keep thinking, well, maybe no one will come next year,â Southfork tour guide Adele Taylor told me. âBut thatâs not the case. We do 11 tours a day, and we get a lot of people.â
I end up on a tour with folks from Algeria and the Democratic Republic of Congo, among other countries. We sit on patio chairs by the pool while Taylor tells us how the cast and crew used film magic to make this place look huge. Southforkâs pool is tiny, and its long driveway actually pretty short. The house itself isnât much bigger than a 1990s McMansion. Ilie Alexandru wouldâve been disappointed.
Many visitors to Southfork have written about this sense of disappointment, but also their awe at how easily we were all fooled. The illusion of Dallas, of course, is bigger than just film magic: itâs the illusion that we, like Ewing Oil, will grow bigger and wealthier forever.
Dallas, the city, was naturally first in line to buy the fantasy in the Hollywood mirror. Just look at the new Cowboys stadium, our pot-holed streets and shuttered public pools if you want to know where thatâs gotten us.
But abroad, the illusion seems to have worked differently. At Southfork, I chatted with some Congolese immigrants, Simon Ntobi and his brother Pitshou. Smiling, they talked about watching Dallas in Kinshasha, gathered around a black-and-white TV with their extended family.
Simon Ntobi lives in Dallas now and loves it. In halting English, he explains how Dallas, the show, gave him a headâs up about Americaâthat life here would not be easy.
âThe American dream is not true, and is also not false,â he says. âIt depends on what you want to do. When I came to America, I didnât have moneyâŚI think only five dollars.â
Now Simon he has a job, a wife, some real money to live on. He says he succeeded by staying focused. By way of explanation, he bursts into the French theme song for Dallas. It actually has words:
Dallas, malheur Ă celui qui n'a pas compris Dallas, un jour, il y perdra la vie Dallas, ton univers impitoyable Dallas, glorifie la loi du plus fortâŚ
(Dallas, bad luck to he who doesnât understand
Dallas, one day, he could lose his life
Dallas, your pitiless world
Dallas, you glorify survival of the fittestâŚ)
Somewhere in the world, right now, Dallas is still teaching people about our cycles of boom and bust, our desperate housewives and scheming tycoons. But I doubt TNTâs planned sequel will revive the show for Americans. We know the story too well. We all live in Dallas now.
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