I've been very slack updating here recently. I promise to pull my socks up with some fresh and exciting content for the New Year.
Towards the end of January I'm painting the walls in Common again, which shall be lots of fun. some of you may have seen the stuff I did last time. More information very soon.
Need to knuckle down between xmas and new year - lots of ends to tie up, as well as getting started properly on Crab Lane Crew season 2. It's all go!
Tuesday, 23 December 2008
DFC previews
Now up and running - DFC previews
http://www.thedfcpreviews.co.uk/
- a chance to sample some of the stories, in order to tempt you in.
Subscriptions (even 4 month ones from Amazon) make great Christmas presents.
As do my wares on Paw Quality Clutter online shop (button on the right).
http://www.thedfcpreviews.co.uk/
- a chance to sample some of the stories, in order to tempt you in.
Subscriptions (even 4 month ones from Amazon) make great Christmas presents.
As do my wares on Paw Quality Clutter online shop (button on the right).
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
Oliver Postgate 1925-2008
I was very sad to read about Oliver Postgate's death in the Guardian this morning. Somewhere I've got a photograph of me meeting the real Bagpuss and tickling him under the chin. He appeared alongside Professor Yaffle, a handful of Clangers and Postgate himself at a Waterstones event in St Ann's Church back in 2000, promoting his amazing autobiography Seeing Things.
There's no need for me to go on about how important his work was - every British adult (except those who now commission kid's TV it seems) melts at the mention of Ivor the Engine, Noggin the Nog and all the other amazing shows he created with artist Peter Firmin (an artist I immediately thought of when I first saw Alec Longstreth's excellent comics).
The paper also reprints a 2003 article by Postgate on children's television past and present, and I immediately saw parallels with the state of British children's comics -
... "Then, in 1987, the BBC let us know that in future all programming was to be judged by what they called its "audience ratings". Furthermore, we were told, some US researchers had established that in order to retain its audience (and its share of the burgeoning merchandising market), every children's programme had to have a "hook", ie, a startling incident to hold the attention, every few seconds. As our films did not fit this category they were deemed not fit to be shown any more. End of story: not only for Peter and me - we had had a very good innings - but also for many of the shoestring companies that had been providing scrumptious programmes for what is now seen as "the golden age of children's television".
Today, making films for children's television has become very big business, requiring huge capital investment, far beyond the reach of small companies. It has inevitably brought with it a particular poverty from which we never suffered. In our time, we were able to found great kingdoms of mountains, ice and snow in our cowsheds. In Peter's big barn we commanded infinities of Outer Space, starred it with heavenly bodies made from old Christmas decorations, and made a moon for the Clangers.
Today entrepreneurs have to hurtle from country to country, seeking subscriptions from TV stations to fund their enormous costs. Each of these stations will often require a format to be adapted to suit its own largest and dumbest market. They have to do this because, for them, children are no longer children: they are a market. With so many millions at stake, the bottom line is "to give the children of today only the sort of things that they already know they enjoy". Or they might switch channels.
They have another difficulty. Because originality can't be bought off the shelf (and even if it could it would be considered too risky with so much money at stake), the competition for quality-of-content has gone by the board. In its place there has evolved a competition for quality-of-method. This requires small armies of technicians and artists to seek ever more astounding ways for the heroes to zap their foes.
All this is perfectly ordinary: the demise of small companies, and with them the elimination of integrity, is just the predictable result of trying to turn a small craft into a massive industry. It is sad, because crud is always crud, however glossily and zappily produced, but it's just part of a general trend in human commerce. Does it matter? Yes! In 2003, the [then] head of acquisitions at the BBC outlined the corporation's policy on a radio programme. She said: "The children of today are more used to the up-market, faster-moving things", and that "in today's hugely competitive schedule we are up against about another 12 to 14 children's channels and we have got to stand out".
As a policy this is, in my view, almost criminally preposterous. Firstly, because it isn't true. There is no such thing as "the children of today". Children are not "of today". They come afresh into this world in a steady stream and, apart from a few in-built instincts, they are blank pages happily waiting to be written on. Secondly, because it simply isn't true that children have to have what they are "used to". They want programmes that are new to them, programmes that are original and mind-stretching. They just aren't being offered them.
Finally, let me offer you the following thought. Suppose that I am part of a silent Martian invasion, and that my intention is slowly to destroy the whole culture of the human race. Where would I start? I would start where thought first grows. I would start with children's television. My policy would be to give the children only the sort of thing they "already know they enjoy", like a fizzing diet of manic jelly-babies. This would no doubt be exciting, but their hearts and their minds would receive no nourishment, they would come to know nothing of the richness of human life, love and knowledge, and slowly whole generations would grow up knowing nothing about anything but violence and personal supremacy. Is that a fairy-tale? Look around you.
© Copyright Oliver Postgate 2003
I'd like to think that all the beautiful shows he produced and I absorbed have some influence on what I'm trying to do with Crab Lane Crew in The DFC - and if I can achieve half as much imaginativeness, warmth, familiarity, all with the confidently restrained pace that Postgate had by the age of 83, then I'll be pretty happy with what I've done.
There's no need for me to go on about how important his work was - every British adult (except those who now commission kid's TV it seems) melts at the mention of Ivor the Engine, Noggin the Nog and all the other amazing shows he created with artist Peter Firmin (an artist I immediately thought of when I first saw Alec Longstreth's excellent comics).
The paper also reprints a 2003 article by Postgate on children's television past and present, and I immediately saw parallels with the state of British children's comics -
... "Then, in 1987, the BBC let us know that in future all programming was to be judged by what they called its "audience ratings". Furthermore, we were told, some US researchers had established that in order to retain its audience (and its share of the burgeoning merchandising market), every children's programme had to have a "hook", ie, a startling incident to hold the attention, every few seconds. As our films did not fit this category they were deemed not fit to be shown any more. End of story: not only for Peter and me - we had had a very good innings - but also for many of the shoestring companies that had been providing scrumptious programmes for what is now seen as "the golden age of children's television".
Today, making films for children's television has become very big business, requiring huge capital investment, far beyond the reach of small companies. It has inevitably brought with it a particular poverty from which we never suffered. In our time, we were able to found great kingdoms of mountains, ice and snow in our cowsheds. In Peter's big barn we commanded infinities of Outer Space, starred it with heavenly bodies made from old Christmas decorations, and made a moon for the Clangers.
Today entrepreneurs have to hurtle from country to country, seeking subscriptions from TV stations to fund their enormous costs. Each of these stations will often require a format to be adapted to suit its own largest and dumbest market. They have to do this because, for them, children are no longer children: they are a market. With so many millions at stake, the bottom line is "to give the children of today only the sort of things that they already know they enjoy". Or they might switch channels.
They have another difficulty. Because originality can't be bought off the shelf (and even if it could it would be considered too risky with so much money at stake), the competition for quality-of-content has gone by the board. In its place there has evolved a competition for quality-of-method. This requires small armies of technicians and artists to seek ever more astounding ways for the heroes to zap their foes.
All this is perfectly ordinary: the demise of small companies, and with them the elimination of integrity, is just the predictable result of trying to turn a small craft into a massive industry. It is sad, because crud is always crud, however glossily and zappily produced, but it's just part of a general trend in human commerce. Does it matter? Yes! In 2003, the [then] head of acquisitions at the BBC outlined the corporation's policy on a radio programme. She said: "The children of today are more used to the up-market, faster-moving things", and that "in today's hugely competitive schedule we are up against about another 12 to 14 children's channels and we have got to stand out".
As a policy this is, in my view, almost criminally preposterous. Firstly, because it isn't true. There is no such thing as "the children of today". Children are not "of today". They come afresh into this world in a steady stream and, apart from a few in-built instincts, they are blank pages happily waiting to be written on. Secondly, because it simply isn't true that children have to have what they are "used to". They want programmes that are new to them, programmes that are original and mind-stretching. They just aren't being offered them.
Finally, let me offer you the following thought. Suppose that I am part of a silent Martian invasion, and that my intention is slowly to destroy the whole culture of the human race. Where would I start? I would start where thought first grows. I would start with children's television. My policy would be to give the children only the sort of thing they "already know they enjoy", like a fizzing diet of manic jelly-babies. This would no doubt be exciting, but their hearts and their minds would receive no nourishment, they would come to know nothing of the richness of human life, love and knowledge, and slowly whole generations would grow up knowing nothing about anything but violence and personal supremacy. Is that a fairy-tale? Look around you.
© Copyright Oliver Postgate 2003
I'd like to think that all the beautiful shows he produced and I absorbed have some influence on what I'm trying to do with Crab Lane Crew in The DFC - and if I can achieve half as much imaginativeness, warmth, familiarity, all with the confidently restrained pace that Postgate had by the age of 83, then I'll be pretty happy with what I've done.
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