(with apologies to Walt Whitman) I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear;
Those of mechanics—each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;
The tubas, the timpani, the sea of clarinets.
The gymnasiums awash with sweaty sixth-graders,
Parents lolling like walruses on the beach.
The toddlers squirming,
The sibling—thumbing his PSP, distracted and intent, the body electric.
The delicious singing of the mothers,
The dutiful clapping of the fathers,
Teachers, glazed and spent--swimming in an ocean of fatigue.
The day what belongs to the day—At night, the party of students, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.
Live from Hochstein returns to the airwaves of Classical 91.5 on Wednesday, March 19th at 12:10 p.m. Your new (interim) host for the Spring season will be Brenda Tremblay. Please tune in or stop by the hall at 50 N. Plymouth Avenue to enjoy the fresh new approach Brenda brings to the program. We'd love to see you there, or hear your comments about the new face of Live from Hochstein. See you there!
This is your chance to wish Mordecai well after 31 years on WXXI-FM.
Listeners will have a chance to wish Mordecai well in his retirement on Sunday, April 13, 2008 from 1:00-3:00 p.m. at the WXXI studios, 280 State Street. Come and go as you please between these hours for a light reception of cookies and punch, and a chance to shake Mordecai's hand and wish him well in his retirement. No formal program has been planned.
I finally finished Alex Ross’s book, The Rest is Noise, and it’s got me fired up for 20th century music. Ross traces the threads of music woven into the fabric of politics, technology, history, and society. It’s an absorbing, brilliant book, densely packed with lively writing, vivid anecdotes, and sharp insights.
This entry was buried in the comments to an earlier article. Let's get it out in the open. Another in the continuing guest commentary from my niece Kate...
The View From A Foot Lower
Hi, I'm Scott's niece Kate, and I think he and I saw entirely different festivals. With a few notable exceptions, I saw almost entirely music that I was unfamiliar with. Anyway, Scott's asked me to share my notes, so here we go.
James McMurtry: (Mother Egan's) Awesome outlaw style blues-rock guitarist. Looks like Stevie Ray Vaughn and kinda sounds like him too. Much of the commentary is political, and he's very well informed.
My time at SXSW these past two years has been made easier, much more enjoyable, and more of a challenge to keep up, thanks to my wonderful niece Kate Wright, a grad student at the University of Texas. Here is her experiences and review of day two:
Long day yesterday, but mostly a good one. Spent most of the day at a label show, then a little more travel in the evening.
Peter Bradley Adams: (Friends) First act I caught of the Sarathan Records show. Pretty standard acoustic boy rock, but the singer is very cute, so he may go far.
Day two at South By Southwest 2008 began with the Keynote speech by Lou Reed (covered in an earlier entry). Following Lou Reed I headed six or seven blocks north to catch Jesca Hoop doing a live radio broadcast with Nic Harcourt. One of those free shows that drew only a handful of insiders, fans, and the curious. It was only noon, a bit early for many festival goers.
We're testing the "news aggregator" feature of the site with our own WXXI News feeds. It's open for anyone to check out, just click the "News aggregator" link under Featured Content on the left-hand side of the page. It contains nearly all articles in our WXXI Public Newsroom in a single reverse-chronological list. Click any story for the full version.
“The painter’s whole morality consists of keeping his brushes clean and getting up in the morning. He wakes up with the light, tosses till the sun is overhead, then gets up and starts moving around. He works moving around. Drawing, engraving, and water-color sketching can be done seated. But oil painting must be done on foot, walking back and forth. It entails no inconsiderable amount of mild physical exercise and that among turpentine fumes, which keeps the lungs open. Hence your painter is on the whole a healthy and cheerful man. His besetting maladies are digestive, due to poverty, irregular meals, and undernourishment. He requires a lot of food. In middle and later life he sometimes has rheumatism. But he is seldom too ill to paint.
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