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Originally published in Slate, July 9, 1996
Mike's On Talk radio is uniquely American, it's democratic, it's interactive, it's ... OK, OK, it's mostly Rush talking to wack-jobs on Social Security about the budget and Howard jawing with lowlifes on weed about breasts. But not completely. Further up the yak food chain, past the local politics and sports gabbers, you can find Garrison Keillor and the Car Talk guys and, if you're lucky, the gentle wit of Whad'Ya Know? and its host, Michael Feldman. This is talk radio for the rest of us--people who like information and words, have the conventional concerns of family and work, and enjoy a little innuendo now and then. "Our listeners read," says Feldman, a 47-year-old former English teacher who looks and sounds fully capable of being beaten up by Woody Allen. "They play racquetball. They disproportionately own foreign cars. They carry dental insurance." When asked if his marketing people are satisfied with this following (after 10 years of national broadcasts, the show, syndicated by Public Radio International, now reaches a total of 1 million people every week via more than 200 stations), Feldman responds, "What are marketing people?"
Although such comments reflect Whad'Ya Know?'s let's-go-in-the-barn-and-put-on-a-show feel, the show is a full-time gig for Feldman, who describes his salary as "about .4 Keillor units."
WOMAN AUDIENCE MEMBER: How can I wean myself from sleeping with a fan? FELDMAN: What's your name?At this point Feldman dials Hankus' mother in Philadelphia. FELDMAN: Hello, Mrs. Netsky, this is Mike Feldman calling from the radio show Whad'Ya Know? with Mike Feldman. If you can answer a simple question, we have a wonderful prize for you. Got a minute? Playing the man from Mars, agog at Earthling ways, Feldman listens skeptically to a guy in the studio audience who describes himself as a "community planner" busy "coordinating a community's relationships with the state and federal government." Bearing down, Feldman gets him to admit that his real duties are to "beg for money for sewers." But the Madison Martian will gladly play the butt of a joke if it'll help him figure out the locals. Acclimating himself to the online world in one show, he required callers to tap their words into a keyboard as they spoke. Meanwhile, he did the same with his manual typewriter. "It's- very- nice- to- meet- you- over- the- Internet- What- do- you- look- like?" spoke/typed a caller named Julia. "Parentheses- smiling- broadly- six-foot- four-and-a-half- blond- Lutheran-type- you?" Feldman spoke/typed back. "To communicate using only your typing skills--to me, that's a special level in hell." Besides, he confesses, "I don't like to be accessed." Which makes public radio the perfect medium for him--and explains why the TV pilots he made failed to sell. "The concept was for me to be a white Arsenio Hall," he says of one pilot. "I had the hardest time figuring out what that would be--not hip, not black, not up that late. It came out as Art Linkletter. "To tell you the truth," he sighs, summing up his of life on public radio, "I don't see any way out of this."
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