Blog Posts on Music
The BBC reports today about a performance of an excerpt of a piece of music today. Usually, this is not newsworthy. I, for example, performed an excerpt of Bruckner's 7th Symphony this morning in the shower, and nobody even bothered to show up (my cat even ran away). But this excerpt performance the BBC tells us about is a little different.
I heard a little feature by Frank DeFord on Morning Edition today that announced the beginning of sports' Ratings Season. He's referring to college football and basketball's infatuation with weekly rankings, and how they really don't bear a whole lot of importance. Right on cue, this list appeard from London's Telegraph ranking the 100 Best Classical Recordings.
For many months now, Saturday mornings on WXXI have had a dearth of live, local hosts. We've got some great programs, don't get me wrong, but something's been missing. A lot of you mentioned this, so we here at the station got to thinking. The answer arrives this weekend from 7 in the morning until 8, with the premiere of a brand-new program called Cadenza! I'm very excited and honored to share that I'll be the host of the new program--live of course, and I wanted to let you know what to expect, and to invite you to participate in the show's development.
Loudon Wainwright III wrote a song for Bob Dylan a few years back. Part of it went like this…
Yeah, I got a deal, and so did John Prine, Steve Forbert and Springsteen, all in a line.
They were lookin' for you, signin' up others.
We were 'new Bob Dylans,' your dumb-ass kid brothers.
Radio sucks. That’s my conclusion after spending 11 hours driving back home from Chicago Sunday night into Monday morning. My fellow travelers were sleeping during most of the wee small hours. I stopped several times to top off the coffee but I was still having a few of those moments when the white dashes hypnotize and the rumble strips snap you out of it. I had the radio on and searched for something decent, ideally something to which I could sing along. Belting out the Beatles or AC/DC or Louis Armstrong kept my brain alert and occupied and in the moment, but only for three minutes at a time. Then they’d play dreck or a commercial and I’d be zipping up and down the dial again. I think I may have developed carpal tunnel syndrome from hitting the scan button so often.
We all know the power of the mighty trombone. Noble, inspiring, breathtaking, the trombone has inspired generations of humans to great things. Einstein listened to the "Tuba Mirum" from Mozart's Requiem when he finalized the theory of relativity. Joyce played recordings of Bruckner while he wrote Ulysses. Al Gore went to a Chicago concert right before he invented the Internet.