Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Feb 9, 2005 15:07:53 GMT
Rock on TV: Old Grey Whistle Test
This is a critical look by the NMEs Mick Farren at the making of the OGWT on BBC 2. Interesting because the week he chose to come along was also the week the Butts Band appearead and they get a mention in his piece.
Meanwhile, in a small, cramped studio, dedicated men wrestle desperately with obsolete equipment in a noble attempt to produce meaningful rock TV for 800 quid a week...
...The result? Breathtaking integrity and all the raw excitement of a bowl of prune muesli. What can be done for the Whistle Test? In the second of our Rock-on-TV probes, MICK FARREN reports...
THERE'S A legend in Philadelphia that tells how after the murder of Martin Luther King, a riot started to build up in the city's black ghettos. While the National Guard were on the verge of being called out, some bright, post McLuhan law-and-order enthusiast had a smart idea.
James Brown was in town – and without delay he was pressed into putting out a four-hour soul spectacular over one of the local TV stations.
The potential rioters all went indoors to watch the show and the city was saved.
At the Old Grey Whistle Test they are either unaware that high energy rock and roll pumping out of the telly has that kind of potential, or they know all about it but aren't going to give us any.
For however, long it has been going on, the Old Grey Whistle Test has always come down the tube accompanied by a definite sense of frustration.It has always been such a brave attempt to keep the flag on the earnest, serious, Joe Niceguy rock 'n' roll music flying. It has always seemed to be a tidy magazine show, presented on a minuscule budget for the tiny minority who like progressive rock 'n' roll. That could quite easily be its first mistake. It set out to achieve an objective, reached it and settled back into a comfortable format.
The programme isn't classified as light entertainment. That's the category that covers a multitude of atrocities from the Cilla Black Show to Top Of The Pops. It comes from a department, called Presentation, a ratty hold-all that covers every thing from Film '74 through the Book Programme to Gardening Shows. In many ways, its whole approach is rather like a gardening show. It has the same kind of rigid, conservative format, and the same solid camera work.
This would all be very fine if it was just a minority interest show with a viewing audience strictly limited to the faithful. But the frustration begins to creep in when you realise it's one half of the regular, schedule network rock music TV.
OGWT (someone should suffer for that loathsome name) would be fine and dandy if there was even one more show ... just one more show that bridged the gap between the infantile and the academic. Then Whistle Test might drop into perspective. As it is, with the only alternative being Top Of The Pops, it tends to lapse into a kind of homespun isolation.
A comparative situation would be if the only rock papers available were Popster and Zigzag.
Whistle Test moves in a world without competition, and that's really a tough place to be – because it means there's no measure of success. Every year it hits the number one slot in most of the weeklies' major polls. The only other contenders are Top Of The Pops and a couple of local kids' shows.
The production staff operate in a vacuum. It's a pleasant, homely and very well meaning vacuum, but it's a vacuum. The line that divides laid-back from tedious is almost invisible.
Take, for instance, the format. Every week, almost without exception, we are given the same rigid order: the electric band, a record, a film clip, the solo performer, an interview and the electric band again. The credits roll, and that's it till next Tuesday.
Why no mixing of it? Why not the occasional show devoted to a single theme, or even a single artist, live and on film? An anthology, say, of 'The Who then and now' would be pretty solid TV. Is it BBC rules, lack of imagination or just severely limited funds and facilities?
The answer seems to be a combination of all three. The budget for each weekly show is just 800 pounds, and the producers are restricted to a mere five hours in a minute studio. In addition, producer Michael Appleton, director Colin Strong and anchorman Bob Harris all share an almost Calvinist, no frills approach to the presentation of music.
Their criterion seems to be that of honest wholesomeness. It would seem that, in their book, Bridget St. John rates a lot higher than Sparks.
The frustration extends not only to the viewer, but clearly back into the studio. Making the show within the incredibly limited budget and facilities must be something of a nightmare. Outside broadcasts are totally out of the question. An OB unit can quite easily cost a grand before it leaves the building.
Even ready-made film clips often present insurmountable problems. Much top quality material is put out of the reach of Whistle Test, and consequently our TV screens, simply because of the fees demanded by the organisations owning the rights are so high. Two hundred pounds a minute is not-unusual asking price for unreleased footage of Hendrix or The Who.
Further material fails to reach our screens because it's impossible to resolve ownership battles between artist, management and filmmaker. Some excellent footage of a Janis Joplin tour lies unseen for exactly this reason.
The Butts band appeared on June 11th, 1974: studio guests Butts Band, Bridget St. John.
This is a critical look by the NMEs Mick Farren at the making of the OGWT on BBC 2. Interesting because the week he chose to come along was also the week the Butts Band appearead and they get a mention in his piece.
Meanwhile, in a small, cramped studio, dedicated men wrestle desperately with obsolete equipment in a noble attempt to produce meaningful rock TV for 800 quid a week...
...The result? Breathtaking integrity and all the raw excitement of a bowl of prune muesli. What can be done for the Whistle Test? In the second of our Rock-on-TV probes, MICK FARREN reports...
THERE'S A legend in Philadelphia that tells how after the murder of Martin Luther King, a riot started to build up in the city's black ghettos. While the National Guard were on the verge of being called out, some bright, post McLuhan law-and-order enthusiast had a smart idea.
James Brown was in town – and without delay he was pressed into putting out a four-hour soul spectacular over one of the local TV stations.
The potential rioters all went indoors to watch the show and the city was saved.
At the Old Grey Whistle Test they are either unaware that high energy rock and roll pumping out of the telly has that kind of potential, or they know all about it but aren't going to give us any.
For however, long it has been going on, the Old Grey Whistle Test has always come down the tube accompanied by a definite sense of frustration.It has always been such a brave attempt to keep the flag on the earnest, serious, Joe Niceguy rock 'n' roll music flying. It has always seemed to be a tidy magazine show, presented on a minuscule budget for the tiny minority who like progressive rock 'n' roll. That could quite easily be its first mistake. It set out to achieve an objective, reached it and settled back into a comfortable format.
The programme isn't classified as light entertainment. That's the category that covers a multitude of atrocities from the Cilla Black Show to Top Of The Pops. It comes from a department, called Presentation, a ratty hold-all that covers every thing from Film '74 through the Book Programme to Gardening Shows. In many ways, its whole approach is rather like a gardening show. It has the same kind of rigid, conservative format, and the same solid camera work.
This would all be very fine if it was just a minority interest show with a viewing audience strictly limited to the faithful. But the frustration begins to creep in when you realise it's one half of the regular, schedule network rock music TV.
OGWT (someone should suffer for that loathsome name) would be fine and dandy if there was even one more show ... just one more show that bridged the gap between the infantile and the academic. Then Whistle Test might drop into perspective. As it is, with the only alternative being Top Of The Pops, it tends to lapse into a kind of homespun isolation.
A comparative situation would be if the only rock papers available were Popster and Zigzag.
Whistle Test moves in a world without competition, and that's really a tough place to be – because it means there's no measure of success. Every year it hits the number one slot in most of the weeklies' major polls. The only other contenders are Top Of The Pops and a couple of local kids' shows.
The production staff operate in a vacuum. It's a pleasant, homely and very well meaning vacuum, but it's a vacuum. The line that divides laid-back from tedious is almost invisible.
Take, for instance, the format. Every week, almost without exception, we are given the same rigid order: the electric band, a record, a film clip, the solo performer, an interview and the electric band again. The credits roll, and that's it till next Tuesday.
Why no mixing of it? Why not the occasional show devoted to a single theme, or even a single artist, live and on film? An anthology, say, of 'The Who then and now' would be pretty solid TV. Is it BBC rules, lack of imagination or just severely limited funds and facilities?
The answer seems to be a combination of all three. The budget for each weekly show is just 800 pounds, and the producers are restricted to a mere five hours in a minute studio. In addition, producer Michael Appleton, director Colin Strong and anchorman Bob Harris all share an almost Calvinist, no frills approach to the presentation of music.
Their criterion seems to be that of honest wholesomeness. It would seem that, in their book, Bridget St. John rates a lot higher than Sparks.
The frustration extends not only to the viewer, but clearly back into the studio. Making the show within the incredibly limited budget and facilities must be something of a nightmare. Outside broadcasts are totally out of the question. An OB unit can quite easily cost a grand before it leaves the building.
Even ready-made film clips often present insurmountable problems. Much top quality material is put out of the reach of Whistle Test, and consequently our TV screens, simply because of the fees demanded by the organisations owning the rights are so high. Two hundred pounds a minute is not-unusual asking price for unreleased footage of Hendrix or The Who.
Further material fails to reach our screens because it's impossible to resolve ownership battles between artist, management and filmmaker. Some excellent footage of a Janis Joplin tour lies unseen for exactly this reason.
The Butts band appeared on June 11th, 1974: studio guests Butts Band, Bridget St. John.