DURST: PBS in ... Nashville?
You're probably tired of me telling you, "you can't make stuff up like this." Might even think I make a lot of this crap up. I don't.
This year PBS held its annual national convention at the Opryland Hotel in Nashville, Tennessee. Does this make the teensiest bit of sense to anybody? PBS and Nashville. Got less in common than block and tackle pulleys have with cream soda. Tweed jackets with leather elbow patches mixing at the bar with turquoise belt buckles.
Nobody knows why. Could have been a bone tossed to the southern affiliates. Could have been a last practical joke played by a pink slipped event planner.
Incongruity was the order of the week. The place dripped with irony like a rock concert Port-A-Pottey. Just the sight of PBS programmers leaving the announcement of latest Ken Burns' latest opus, the nineteen hour "Jazz," passing by Roy Acuff's gun collection on the way back to their rooms should have been enough. But, oh, there was more. Dainty nibbling of pulled pork sandwiches ranked right up there. As did the breakfast consternation of normal guests talking about last night's special previews of next season's PBS rollout gems on the in house tv.
But the South worked its charms better than expected. By the end of the week, East Coast arts programmers were going to their rooms, finding the channels with NASCAR racing and keeping it on.
Will Durst is getting to know the names of the guys in WWF. Is that good?