As the rituals of December take hold, Classical MPR's Bill Morelock reflects on one such seasonal rite. His thoughts revert to early '70s basketball in the Bay Area, and how a scrimmage with a team from Oakland became a touchstone, then and now.
Join Bill Morelock and Lynne Warfel for an hour of holiday movie music that ranges from the sentimental to the completely cranky. From "White Christmas" and cozy homes for the holidays to Grinches and Scrooges, <i>A Hollywood Holiday</i> takes in your favorite holiday movies from a musical point of view.
Erik Satie set the table for the French heavy hitters who came after him.
We're used to thinking of the 20th century as the high point of technological and cultural change. The case is easy to make: A generation which knew the horse and buggy watched Neil Armstrong's moon walk. There was Einstein, two world wars, a smallpox vaccine, Elvis Presley and laptop computers. Make your own list.
Your house is about to flood, and you can take three things. What do you take? Young Bill Morelock took his new vinyl copy of "A Hard Days Night," his baseball glove and trophy for a hole-in-one on a par-3 course. Learn more about his story.
Join Bill Morelock and Lynne Warfel for an hour of holiday movie music that ranges from the sentimental to the completely cranky. From "White Christmas" and cozy homes for the holidays to Grinches and Scrooges, A Hollywood Holiday takes in your favorite holiday movies from a musical point of view.
Bill Morelock digs into the tricky question of taste, approaching it through three different scenes.
The popular notion is that any self-respecting ghost story must pack a nightmarish punch. But Bill Morelock tells a tale of two amusing and inspiring spectres.
In 1965, Walker Percy published an essay called "Notes for a Novel about the End of the World." I wondered if we might not sketch out something similar for a radio show. Again, purely theoretical, but if the notes turn out to be a practical blueprint for an actual broadcast artifact, so be it.
What's wrong with Sisyphus, anyway? Whenever we refer to someone working endlessly to no apparent purpose -- in an office cube, a fast food restaurant, writing a blog -- we invoke Sisyphus. I don't get it. Futility was only one facet of his professional life.
In this curious negotiation between us and you about the hows and whens and whys of listening -- digital platforms turning what once was the simple arithmetic of radio into a calculus requiring armies of very smart people to solve -- we don't know what's going to happen next.
I'm not a performer by nature. Given a Briggs-Myers choice between getting up and doing a song and dance in front of a crowd and undergoing a colonoscopy...
Paul Fussell was the author of "The Great War and Modern Memory" (1975). It was a compelling, and surprisingly popular study of literary perspectives on the disasters of World War One. Among his trenchant theses, that the war introduced irony as a pervasive mode of thinking which affected the entire culture.
I lived in Pullman, Washington when Mt. St. Helens erupted on May 18, 1980. Though 250 miles away, Pullman was in the path of the twelve-hour ash fall that turned day to night on that Sunday 32 years ago. Because it coincided with another significant but small spreading of ashes on that same day, I've tended to recast the event in largely symbolic terms -- in a sense turning the mountain upside down.
Last week I filled in for Fred Child on Performance Today for a few days. One day the show featured George Gershwin's Concerto in F, played by a Quebecois pianist named Alain Lefevre.