Online radio sampler highlights CCCX

Six Wednesday morning standouts:

KALX (Berkeley, CA)

• Paris 1971-Suzanne Ciani (This instrumental's title puzzles me, as it conjures up images of floating in space.)
• Pollyanna-The Islanders (A simple vocals-and-piano number from 1959; this tune just aims to establish a jaunty melody, and it succeeds.)

KNTU-HD2 (Denton, TX)

• Escapatoria-Rodney Jordan (Jordan underpins this smooth, midtempo driving groove on the bass, with ample room for the rest of the ensemble, particularly trumpeter Melvin Jones, to leave their imprints.)
• Diana-Helen Sung Big Band (This fanciful rendition of a Wayne Shorter tune was released in June. Sung's keyboard playing here brings to mind Chick Corea & Return To Forever, and this track could segue with Flora Purim's "Dindi.")

WDSW (Philadelphia, MS)

• Hello Old Friend-Eric Clapton (These styles of guitar and organ playing seldom fail to draw me in.  Lyrically, this reminds me of "Lovely To See You" by The Moody Blues.  Given how upbeat this track is, I'm surprised I don't hear album rock stations play it often.)

WZRD (Chicago, IL)

• Marinier-Anne Marie Bernert (Sorrowful accordion underscoring for arduous, repetitive tasks.)

Persistent earworm alert CDLIV

Lately, I've been hearing my cell phone's default tropical melody ringtone subconsciously, even when the phone isn't ringing.  I think I'm resigned to the fact that no matter how many phone numbers I block, there will always be another spammer trying to reach me.

A petty fixation LIII

This afternoon, a radio station identification breaker played, and then---nothing.

"That's odd," I thought.  "The top-of-the-hour news isn't starting."

Then, looking at the clock, I saw that the top of the hour was still two minutes away.

After two minutes of silence, the news finally started.  In the grand scheme of things, this wasn't a big deal.  Two minutes of dead air feels like a long time, though, when it happens accidentally. 

International common ground

Whenever Casey Kasem said every week that "American Top 40" was "heard in the 50 states and around the world on great radio stations like...," I always wondered if he'd name the St. Louis station--KSLQ in the early years, or KHTR in later years--on which I heard the show.  

I also liked hearing the names of international radio stations that carried the countdown.  I especially remember Kasem mentioning Radyo Iloilo in the Philippines.  I just looked it up, and that station now has a news/talk format.  It's nice to know, though, that decades ago, people who lived so far away were enjoying the same music and musical trivia I was.  Here's hoping they enjoyed hearing Kasem's acknowledgment of Radyo Iloilo as much as I liked hearing the nods to St. Louis affiliates.

Persistent earworm alert CDLIII

Recently, an algorithm served up multiple online articles for me about forgotten and underrated sitcoms.  When reading about one such sitcom, I was transported back to 1987.  I only saw one episode of "Rags To Riches" when it aired originally.  I didn't dislike it, but I hadn't thought about the show since that airing.  I remembered it was about orphaned girls who lived with a benefactor and sang.  All I remembered about the episode was the last line of the theme song, "We'll get through it, hand in hand in hand," and that the girls sang a cover of "Little Bitty Pretty One."

Now, those two musical extracts are cemented on a mental loop--and it's helping to blunt the edge of present day reality, in which the news is less than great, to put it mildly.  I'm wary of AI and custom-tailored news,  but there are times when I like that an algorithm knows what I need--even when I wasn't aware that I needed it.

Context? CDLVIII

While driving yesterday, I was surprised when a radio talk show host mentioned on-air that he sees 14 doctors.  My reaction to that is the same for anyone in that situation: May you always get the health care you need, when you need it.

Context? CDLVII

Last night, a Classical radio program host informed his listeners of some proper etiquette.  He introduced a concert performance of a Strauss waltz by telling the audience, "You're not allowed to walk out, but you are allowed to get up and dance."

I complied with the invitation.  At two pivotal moments during the piece, I got up from the kitchen table and waltzed my cat, Collette, around the room in two 10-second intervals.  I figured that was as much dancing as she would tolerate without biting or scratching me--or at least fidgeting.

When the piece concluded, I told her, "Thank you for tolerating 20 seconds of waltzing." 

I'd like to think that both of us showed proper etiquette, within reason.