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.
Erich Kunzel lost his battle with cancer today. We have lost a friend.
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.