Barry ZeVan

Continuously in the professional broadcasting and entertainment industry since age 5, Barry is a Telly Award-winning and three-time Emmy-nominated producer, writer, director, talent and production designer, locally, nationally and internationally. He garnered the highest local ratings in U.S. television broadcasting history as “Barry ZeVan, The Weatherman” in Minneapolis-St. Paul in the mid-1970s. In fall 2013, he was inducted into the Minnesota Broadcasting Hall of Fame.

Disparate reflections: "Never this bad"- ABC-TV's Martha Raddatz; Elaine Stritch

Posted by: Barry ZeVan Updated: July 18, 2014 - 6:07 PM

MARTHA RADDATZ: I deeply respect ABC-TV's indefatigable and truly intrepid reporter, and sometimes THIS WEEK WITH GEORGE STEPHANOPOULOS substitute host, Martha Raddatz. She has been, and is, one of this country's reporters most frequently embedded in the midst of this world's most dangerous landscapes and confrontations, for well over a decade. This past week, referencing the Israeli-Hamas conflict, the horrific downing of Malaysia Airlines flight MH17, and all other chaos occurring more rapidly and more often than ever, Ms. Raddatz was asked by one of ABC-TV's anchors if she could ever remember any period of time in her career when global events were so out of control. She paused, and in an almost heartbroken manner, stated "No. I really can't. I've never seen it this bad". Ms. Raddatz is a tough, no-nonsense, tell-it-like-it-is reporter, and a credit to her profession. To see and hear her almost come to tears when stating what she did, certainly, to me at least, put an official stamp on how bad things really are in today's world. In that regard, what the late Peter Jennings told me in February, 2003, was prescient regarding what the world is experiencing today. I was honored to have Peter as a dear close friend and colleague from 1974 until his death five years ago. He kindly accepted an invitation to appear on my KYCR radio program in the previously-referenced year to help celebrate my then 60th anniversary in broadcasting. I still have the tape and MP3 of that interview. Among the things we discussed was the world, post 9/11. Peter had spent a great deal of time in the Middle East and was married to a Lebanese/Egyptian woman named Annouchka when Peter and I first socialized at a party in my Potomac, Maryland, house in 1974. (Those were halcyon days, to say the least.) I knew his encyclopedic and ubiquitous knowledge of Middle East mentality was deep, thus I asked him if he felt the Al-Qaedas of the world would ever not exist. He said, sadly, "No, sorry to say, I think events similar to 9/11 will never end and only occur with more frequency as time goes on." It was disheartening to have heard that, but perhaps recent events are evidence Peter may have been very correct in his assessment. My assessment is all the immature anger, frustration-to-extremes and need-to-vent (including domestically) stem from three of what I think may be the saddest words in the English language: Ego, power and greed. With those eliminated from human-nature and our lexicons, what a pleasant existence this would be. That thought also echoes the closing words, set to music, of a 1950s religion-oriented, syndicated television program entitled THE CHRISTOPHERS. That program concluded with these lyrics: "If everyone lit just one little candle, what a bright world this would be". Amen to that. Of course, it will never happen, as Peter said, but it's nice about which to muse.

ELAINE STRITCH: It was sad to learn this morning, Elaine Stritch, one of Broadway's giants and a movie talent of equally explosive and compelling performance abilities...for six decades...passed away last night. I met Elaine only twice, for television show interviews, but was interested to learn she had also acted a couple times on MISTER PEEPERS, the show on which I was blessed to have portrayed one of the students for two seasons (1952-53) and which has been referenced here in a previous blog or two. We "students" weren't on every Sunday's episode (understandably too expensive for the producers), but, regardless, it was fun for me to learn she'd been one of the actresses on the show, at least once. When she was here a few years ago in her great one-woman show, I spotted her walking downtown, stopped the car to exchange pleasantries and reminders of our two previous interviews. The conversation was warm and that was that. Born into a wealthy Detroit-area family, she was totally uninhibited, which propelled her to be the powerhouse multi-talented performer she was, and will be missed. As Alec Baldwin tweeted this morning (paraphrasing here) about her passing, "If God doesn't know she's on her way, He's in serious trouble". Tonight, all the Broadway theaters will justifiably dim their lights in her memory. Brava, Elaine.

Thanks, once again, and always, for taking the time to read my geezer thoughts. 

Mixed-bag thoughts again: The VA, Howard Baker and a pending Scottish event

Posted by: Barry ZeVan Updated: July 1, 2014 - 8:24 AM

THE VA - Obviously, it's been recently sadly proved there's been an overload of egregious occurrences at numerous VA Medical Centers regarding delayed patient scheduling resulting in numerous tragic and unnecessary deaths. Not so for yours truly regarding scheduling or any other element of VA visits or treatment. For more than 40 years, I'm among those who's had the privilege of receiving VA medical benefits, including treatments and major operations at the Minneapolis VA Medical Center. The experiences have never been less than excellent and successful nor cause a complaint to be filed or even of which thought. In my opinion, and the opinion of most recipient veterans, I'm certain, our VA Medical Center has to be among the highest-rated in the VA Medical system. I recall it was rated number one a couple years ago, for many good reasons. The doctors and nurses are, and have always been, thorough and first-class. In addition to having had a hip replacement five years ago, cataract surgery three years ago, two kidney stone procedures and much more, including regularly-scheduled checkup visits for various and sundry "geezer" needs, no delays were ever part of the equation for treatment. I feel badly for those servicepeople and their families who have suffered the ultimate price because of the alleged incompetence within parts of the VA Medical Center system, but I'd be more-than-surprised if our VA Medical Center's personnel are listed among the offenders. (FYI: I got my meteorology training in the USAF, enlisting at the very end of the Korean War. I never thought that training, or VA benefits, would help me once I was discharged. Obviously, I was slightly incorrect, thank goodness!)

HOWARD BAKER - Sharing several social occasions and lengthy conversations therein with Tennessee Senator and eventually Ambassador to Japan, Howard Baker, and his wife Joy, was truly a joy, no pun intended, during my D.C. TV days. Our first encounter was at a Washington Hilton party. I don't remember the precise reason for the party, but it was a happy occasion made even happier by the genuinely warm and non-pretentious interaction initiated by and with then Senator Baker and his wife. It was sad to see another statesman...because that's what Senator/Ambassador Baker truly was...pass away a few days ago. He was one of the stellar members of the Senate Watergate committee/panel but never full of himself or his position. His pedigree was in politics (the nice kind) because of his father's strong position therein, but, as stated, he was never pretentious, always honest and caring to a fault and an honor to call an acquaintance. Sadly, his first wife, the aforementioned Joy, preceded him in death by 11 years. Senator Baker remarried Kansas Senator Nancy Kassebaum a few years later. Bottom line: Whenever one was with Howard and Joy Baker, it was instant happiness, thanks to their great and genuinely positive personalities. They don't make 'em like Howard (or Joy) anymore, reverently and sadly stated.  

THE MINNESOTA HIGHLAND GAMES - Even though of French and Ukrainian/Russian descent, I developed a strong interest in things Scottish in 1969, during my Las Vegas TV years. One of the people from the public television station there, who had a very Scottish name (still does), was visiting our studio as she had developed a fun cross-promotion for all the media in town and our station was a participant in what she called "The Super-Groovy Turtle Race". We became great platonic friends throughout the years, during which time I learned she had been born on the Queen Mary while "crossing the pond" with her mother and father between Southampton, England, and New York. Her Scottish father had co-founded the Chase Manhattan Bank with David Rockefeller, thus the lady, who shall be nameless, never missed a meal (still hasn't), but was a fanatic for her Scottish roots. I became a fan, too, thus, in the mid-1970s, during a visit to London, I discovered a shop named The Scotch House and decided to buy a kilt (Stewart Royal tartan), as well as jacket, sporan, bonnet, garters, proper socks, dagger and most of the other regalia. During a trip to Edinburgh, Scotland, about seven years later, I completed the fascination by purchasing a chanter at a shop on the hilly road leading to and from Edinburgh Castle. (For those not aware, the chanter is the wind instrument with holes that allow one to play a bagpipe. I still don't have the bags, but when I blow into that pipe with the holes, trying to make a semblance of music, our dog hits the ceiling!) This coming July 12th, I'll be one of those accompanying Minnesota kilt-maker friends Joseph and Lorie Croft, of Brooklyn Park's The Celtic Croft, at The Minnesota Highland Games in Eagan. Joseph and Lorie are fellow members with yours truly of Minnesota's non-profit St. Andrew's Society, which allows people of Scottish descent, and those just interested in all things Scottish, to be members. The philanthropic/charity games used to be held at Macalester College, but have now moved to the aforementioned Eagan. If you want to get a good laugh as I try to not let a strong wind get under my kilt, it would be a delight to visit with you there. Specific location information can be gleaned from Ye Olde Internet, lads and lasses. Will hope to see you there!

Thanks for taking time to read these geezer thoughts and reminiscences. Birthday number 77 is approaching soon. My thoughts will no doubt become "geezier"! :)

D-Day thoughts; The late Bob Ryan; School shootings

Posted by: Barry ZeVan Updated: June 6, 2014 - 2:17 PM

D-DAY: I was almost seven years old on June 6, 1944. A few of my relatives were fighting in the Pacific theater of World War Two on that day. World War Two was "our" war, for those of us in our 70s, and no global conflict since has stirred the patriotism we felt and was instilled in us via every possible medium during that time. That war permeated our thoughts in every waking hour as the enemies were then very identifiable and it was everyone's passion to make sure they didn't win. It was a different kind of war from those fought recently. We KNEW who they were as opposed to today's extremists who cowardly hide in the shadows to perpetrate their evil, deranged inhumanity and disregard for innocent lives while parading their own suicidal maniacy. 

Today's live TV network feeds of aircraft over, and paratroopers landing on, Omaha Beach, was awe-inspiring to see, for yours truly, anyway, as it dredged up memories of a time when all of us were in the fight together, regardless of age. I remember food ration books, victory postage stamps and ongoing radio and movie efforts to boost our morale and honor those of the ilk who landed on Omaha Beach and everywhere we were fighting the enemy, be it in Europe, North Africa or the aforementioned Pacific. It was enriching to learn, via some of today's newscasts, General Eisenhower told everyone involved in D-Day's execution there was no Plan B regarding that historic invasion to liberate France, set the vicious Nazis into permanent retreat and turn the tide of that war into our favor from that day onward. It was also tragic to learn, via some of today's newscasts, more of our soldiers died in that 24-hour D-Day period than all our forces who have lost their lives in ten years of battle in Afghanistan. A horrific statistic, but also, in my opinion, one that illustrates the true courage and determination we, as a country and society, possessed and that proved to be an inspiration to and for the remainder of the free world.

Even for those who didn't have the privilege to "live it", watching today's ceremonies should surely help resurrect or remind us what a truly magnificent legacy those D-Day troops forged for us. Those who don't know how we thought in those days should still be inspired, in perpetuity, to wish to preserve for what they fought and died, if only out of common human decency and respect for their sacrifices. God bless them, as they surely blessed us with their selflessness. 

BOB RYAN - KSTP television and radio pioneer anchorman Bob Ryan, honored in the Star Tribune a few weeks ago in a fitting post-mortem tribute/obituary was, without exaggeration, the most excellent human being I have ever had the privilege to know or call a friend. Bob invented first-class, in my opinion, and the opinion of so many who had the honor and privilege to know him. His personal demeanor was elegant, as was his delivery of the news and his commentaries. Bob also fought in World War Two. His final resting place is in Fort Snelling National Cemetery. Those who watched and listened to his newscasts and commentaries must surely be grateful he was not a war casualty. His memorial service and funeral were also as dignified as the man himself. Please pardon the sentimentality, but his many kindnesses to me, including his constant encouragement during "down" times, were too numerous to elicit here. Knowing he's gone is very difficult to acccept. 

SCHOOL SHOOTINGS - Current campaign ads for Senator Al Franken include those that address his bill and concern for troubled young minds. In my opinion, it's an excellent and important step to exploring why not only young minds, but all our minds, have the capacity to "snap" to extremes of violence when provoked beyond individual maturity to think more rationally. The recent series of school shootings and killings are becoming too-constant reminders of that extreme non-thinking. In my opinion, the genesis of education in that regard should start at home, from birth onward. Every parent could execute that thought process. I think, possibly over-simplistically, THE most important teacher is The Golden Rule. Recently, the late Maya Angelou stated that thought during one of her last interviews. Paraphrasing, she stated, "Treating others as you would wish to be treated" would solve ALL the world's problems stemming from ego, power trips and greed. That thought was also echoed recently by the oldest living American, another African-American lady, who's lived well past the century-mark of life. Too bad human nature, en toto, can't embrace that simplicity as the ultimate credo for living.

Thanks, as always, for taking the time to read my geezer thoughts. 

Mayday! Not a distress message for THIS day. Maestro Vanska is back. Also, a tribute to a 100-year-old friend.

Posted by: Barry ZeVan Updated: May 1, 2014 - 11:21 AM

Mayday! To those unfamiliar with the term, it's been used as a distress message when disaster strikes, mostly at sea. THIS May day, however, should be, in my opinion, one of major celebration since it heralds the return of Minnesota Orchestra conductor, Maestro Osmo Vanska to the helm. As was stated in this space a few months ago, when a London (England, not Ontario) newspaper critic a couple years ago named The Minnesota Orchestra the best in the world, he  was not only correct, in my opinion, but also credited Maestro Vanska with his ability to the glue the world's best symphonic musicians together, all of them sharing a mutual affinity for each other, for perfection and, most of all, love for what they so magnificently always perform. It could be characterized as a love-love and win-win relationship. That combination is music to the ears (pun intended) of anyone who's an aficionado of the best, and we have it, housed at Orchestra Hall. 

Maestro Vanska is the Minnesota Orchestra's tenth conductor. His predecessors included those who went on to deserved international fame and acclaim. They included "giants" Eugene Ormandy (who later brought The Philadelphia Orchestra to global prominence and deserved recognition), Dimitri Mitropoulos, Antal Dorati, Stanislaw Skrowaczewski and Sir Neville Marriner (under whose baton, as I recall, The Minnesota Orchestra performed the score for the film, "Amadeus"). Quite a legacy, to say the least, and Maestro Vanska is very arguably another "giant" in that rarified Pantheon of those whose passions and abilities enrich the lives of any of us who really care about hearing great music performed by the collective great talents of our symphony orchestra. This is a great day for the audible arts here in Minnesota. 

Sidebar relating to "perfection", paralleling The Minnesota Orchestra and what they always deliver: Since 1968, I've had the honor to have a strong friendship with Peter Nero, who, in my opinion, is the greatest pianist, ever. Peter also conducts The Philly Pops Orchestra (Philadelphia-based, of course) and has for well-over 30 years. During my years on television in Detroit, Peter told me he and The Pops were going to be performing an all-Gershwin concert at Michigan State University in East Lansing, Michigan, and invited me to the performance. The performance was magnificent. (Peter is also a perfectionist who began his music studies at Juillard beginning at age seven. He has performed with The Minnesota Orchestra several times, although, sadly, not in recent years.) Regardless, after the show I went backstage to visit with Peter, and he was perspiring "bullets" and actually shaking. I asked him if anything was wrong. He replied nothing was wrong, but his orchestra was so right. He said they left him shaking because they were "so tight", his exact words. He went on to say they were always great, but that night they shook even him with their incredible mastery of what they did. I think "so tight" would also apply to our Orchestra, every time. (My grandfather, on my mother's side, had the privilege to be first violinist for The Pittsburgh Symphony, under the wing and baton of conductor Fritz Reiner, in 1938, one year after I was born. My immersion into appreciating music excellence, from almost day one, is a blessing for which I'm very grateful.)

Something else for which I'm grateful is having had the friendship of Irv Benson, who turned 100 years of age this year. I learned about Irv's milestone birthday via a Letter to the Editor from a friend of Irv's in the latest edition of EQUITY NEWS, our Actors Equity union newspaper. Irv was not only an outstanding burlesque comic during burlesque's Hayday, but also a famous mainstay of Milton Berle's Texaco Star Theater in television's fledgling days. "Uncle Miltie" WAS television in those early days (late 1940s-early 1950s) and Irv was featured weekly, "heckling" Berle from the audience. Irv kindly took a shine to me during my Las Vegas television years (1967-70) and one night invited me to his performance at The Silver Slipper. He introduced me to the audience from my stage-side table, but did so before introducing Johnny Carson to the audience. Irv had appeared on THE TONIGHT SHOW STARRING JOHNNY CARSON dozens of times, as one of Johnny's guests. Johnny was sitting at the next table, facing me, with a very upset look (daggers) at me because Irv had started the introductions with yours truly. Regardless, after the show, Irv suggested he and I should go to The Aladdin Hotel so I could meet Elvis. It was the night after Elvis and Priscilla were married. I enthusiastically agreed. Irv knew Elvis well, and also knew where we'd find him and Priscilla, i.e., at a particular blackjack table. Indeed, after Irv and I arrived at The Aladdin, we did a beeline to the table where Elvis was. Elvis called a lull to the dealing, looked up and warmly said hello to Irv. Irv then said "I want you to meet my friend, Barry ZeVan, The Weatherman, who's on Channel 8 here", with a big smile on his face. (I'm smiling now as I type this, recalling the wonderful memory of that moment.) I said, somewhat blubbering with the following stupid comment, "Wonderful to meet you and congratulations for your marriage. I enjoy your work". Elvis replied with a very soft-spoken thank you and a warm smile, and then said, "I enjoy your work, too! I watch you whenever I'm here." I almost fell over, but thanked him and that was that, except I noticed Priscilla glaring at Elvis during our exchange. Years later, I interviewed her a few times for films in which she co-starred and reminded her of that night and her somewhat furious looks at him. She said she didn't remember me, but remembered the night, and her displeasure, because Elvis had chosen to play blackjack just one night after they were married and had her simply sitting beside him just to watch. She said she, of course, eventually got over it, but it was definitely a "moment" to remember.

Thanks for taking the time to read my geezer memories and thoughts, and Happy May. Even though our basement is flooded from all the rain, still glad we've made it to this month of hope for warmer days ahead.

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