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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The (really) oldest profession


Before the written word, before caveman art or the first alphabet— all news, history, and wisdom worth “broadcasting” had to be told by the spoken word alone.  The Ancient— and we’re really talking about pre-Ancient— art and craft of story-telling was long ago the first and only “mass media.”  Long before anyone scratched a stick figure on the wall of a cave, humans communicated through who knows how many generations simply by telling stories to their children.


I imagine that by a certain time, just before cave drawing began, a person in the tribe who could remember and retell the tribe’s history in such a way so that listeners would remember and retell it just as vividly themselves, was an extremely important person.  Of necessity, these pre-Ancient storytellers had to be trusted, convincing, and above-all, memorable.  The evolution to cave drawing and the invention of words and an alphabet came untold centuries later, perhaps out of necessity; as tribes survived longer and grew larger, it became impossible to remember everything without “written” notes.

In this sense, caveman art was our first “recording media,” preceding writing on animal skins, parchment, the printing press, magnetic tape, computers, CDs, flash drives and smart-phones.  Yet, the original human media— the telling of a memorable story— was never made obsolete.  As highly successful movie producer, Peter Guber, writes in his book, “Tell to Win,” telling stories like Aesop fables or Biblical miracles motivate people in ways ordinary management dictates do not.  Guber’s book is full of stories about how telling a story is the one fool-proof way to communicate and persuade.

Arguably, Guber’s thesis is rooted in human genetics and evolution since the first two people met on Earth.  That untold numbers of centuries before the first attempt to write or draw were filled only by the spoken word, might explain humans’ innate preference for the well-spoken story.  Guber’s argument is compelling, too, because the “information age” is chock-full of gibberish, words and snippets, so often without meaning, “getting back to the story” makes practical sense.

Recently I met with a top-tier media relations group at a major multibillion dollar company.  The company’s relationship with the public is critical to business operations and public safety, to say nothing of its bottom line.  So after a number of winded exchanges about “best practices,” “reputation management,” and “audience,” I finally asked—“Ok, so what’s your story?”

The blank stare and the long, unfilled silence were not unexpected.  But after a long pause and a few sputtered thoughts, I realized that public relations and “corporate communications” has become such a rigid profession that it no longer hears what it is saying or how it is being heard.

Admittedly, my bias for the story and story-telling stems from my observations of the movie industry which generates billions of dollars out of thin air, simply by telling stories.  Before the TV rights, the DVD sales, before the box office, before the posters and the hype, before computer-generated special effects, before actors said a word, before the director, before the studio bought, before the producers lifted a finger— there was just the story (in the form of something called a script).  Everything in Hollywood happens because of the story.  The story/script is the tiny seed from which billion-dollar film franchises and other blockbusters bloom.

So if it’s good enough for pre-Ancient cavemen and post-Industrial, information-age media moguls, why is the story so unworthy of effort these days?

The simple reason is that with literally almost a million channels available now—from broadcast TV and radio to cable, to web sites, to blogs and micro-blogs, twitter and text messages— there’s such a scramble for “attention,” something that is too easily confused with “audience.”  In other words, for advertisers, marketers, and others desperate to break through the noise and back-scatter, the meaning of a story counts for less than counting “hits” or “impressions.”

Ironically, it’s this scramble for attention that makes telling a story that much more prescient.  With so many snippets and factoids zooming around, there’s a fresh opportunity for those who can make interpretations, or in today’s political vernacular, give “the narrative.”  It’s not strange to me that political pundits now refer constantly to a campaign’s or a candidate’s “narrative,” when they attempt to interpret the election year horse race.  Listen to the commentators talk about “the narrative for Rick, Newt, Ron, Mitt, Barack…”

If only the candidates themselves would tell their stories rather than let pundits interpret "the narrative."

Politics has long been called the “second-oldest profession” after you-know-what.  But given the span of civilization and its love affair with story-telling and what being the story-teller meant in societies and tribes for centuries before the written word was invented, I simply disagree.

Santo's Turn

"Santo"
Rick "Santo" Santorum's time has come. The former Senator's surprising upset in the Missouri, Minnesota, and Colorado primaries, followed by his fantastic, thunderously clear call to arms for conservatives at CPAC, his rise in the polls going into Michigan and Arizona, has all menaced Mitt Romney enough to turn the Super-PAC machine against him.

"Santorum watches as Romney and the guys from the Super-PAC talk shop"

Not that I've given up on Newt by any means, but I feel bad knowing that Santorum's "surge," as a certain network calls it, has won him little more than a drive-by on Mitt Romney's political New Jersey Turnpike.  We all remember how that scene ended: "Santo, we hardly knew ya."



Monday, February 06, 2012

The Republican Primary at Half-Time

Relentless criticism of Madonna's Super Bowl half-time show proves I am too old.  My reaction to her 12-minute spectacle was favorable, thinking this is "classic, old-school" Madonna, and thought, "good for her; she's staking a deserved claim on her own legacy."  That a 53 year-old pop icon still has "it" was no consolation, however, as the mostly-negative (ranging to hyperbolic) reviews microscopically dissected every move.

Naturally, this reminded me of the Republican Primary.

Before casting Newt Gingrich as the GOP Madonna (shudder), just consider how easily a woman with 25 years of top-of-the-charts hit records and albums over several successful "reinventions," each attracting an excited new generation of fans, is so quickly written-off as "old hat" and discarded by critics who never "knew her when."  If Madonna can be spit-out by the vox-populi like stale bread, I hate to think who'll be next to go.  Bon Jovi? The Beatles? Michael Jackson?  Or is it that you have to die or quit to keep the public's respect?

More likely, the blame simply goes to our rapidly dwindling attention spans.  With instant-messaging, instant-tweeting, instant-uploading, instant-everything, everything is old.  How could it not be?  But when everything is "old" the moment it appears on our screens, nothing is valued or valuable.  If Madonna wasn't so well-paid for the Super Bowl gig, she'd be right to say, "why bother."


I've made no secret of my hope that the former House Speaker will become the Republican nominee for president.  Despite his faults and the ingratitude of a generation of Republican understudies, Gingrich brings vision to the game called the American Presidency.  For me, Newt shows when he speaks that sees what being leader of the free world is all about, compared, let's say, to carefully doing a perfect job, as if that were possible.  But whether you like Newt or not, like Madonna, Newt is not new.

Unlike the fickle, culture audience that plunders its own in a crowd-sourced tweet, Republican primary voters veer steadfastly toward the old and the familiar to their detriment.  The process that produces timeworn nominees like Bob Dole and John McCain should otherwise be nominating Newt Gingrich, the conservative who's got "elder statesman" written all over him.

The only explanation for why Newt's campaign is wilting at the GOP half-time show in Las Vegas, between Florida and Super Tuesday, is that Newt has "the Madonna problem."

No matter how significant or revolutionary Newt's hard-fought political accomplishments were in the past, they are not remembered as the huge eye-popping moments that they were at the time-- no more than Madonna's last platinum album or sold-out touring concert shows are remembered as more than a matter of record-- except by those who experienced them.

So as the campaign goes on from Las Vegas, Newt's campaign spectacle may just be an exercise like Madonna's half-time show last night: To stake a rightful claim in his own deserved legacy while the public moves on erratically in search of the "newer" and the "hotter."