I probably don’t have to say it--but no basketball talk here. This week’s show begins with Napolean XVI... long, long ago and far, far away--before G. Lucas or mindless electioneering--and--ends in otherworldly fashion with a dance from the fourth rock from the Sun.
Articles by George Maida
The biggest curse of commercial radio isn't the commercials. Its the enervating mediocrity of programming done by focus groups in other cities and slammed in your face day after day. Month by month. Year after year.
It sounds too pompous and way too much of a cliche to state one particular Americana ensemble has taken up where The Band left off--on the other hand--if anyone deserve's to be in that category, The Black Crowes certainly do. Critics in the past loved to slap miselading labels on them.
There is more to American youth's involvement in music than American Idol. Unfortunately, what is truly worthy in other forums seldom gets the attention it deserves. Last fall, I highlighted how the band Styxx did a concept DVD with a youth orchestra and you heard insightful thoughts from prog guitarist James Young.
That particular spelling of music dates back at least to the early 1600's--and--symbolizes our exploration of the antiquarian marrying the modern this Saturday night. From modern melodies to ancient... old Albion has given us a treasure of songs and tunes that have survived centuries... sometimes in original but often modified forms that carry the same spirit of the past.
Autumn and Christmas are the two fave times of the year for special musical programming on the Croude. Both pass all too fast for me....as quickly as leaves on trees are gone or the first snowflakes sometimes vanishing in our subtropical climate.
This is the time of the year when I especially enjoy epic adventures...both sonic and cinematic. That quickly brings us round to this Saturday night's show. While epic usually denotes "length of time"--thats only one dimension. The sublime talent of Rachel Bissex was cut way too short with breast cancer. Yet I define her musical career clearly in the realm of epic when you hear her December Moon which opens the show.
There is a special kind of sonic magic that transforms October. As the late Nick Drake, acclaimed folk singer once sang “...Autumn reaches her for her golden crown...” The fresh morning chill in the air, the transmuting of foliage into natural blankets of color against bare charcoal branches against a purple twilight sky and the music that pervades and massages our soul.
Do you find the title mystifying? Me, too.
But that’s the power of music. To communicate a range of feelings and moods that no other language can begin to impart. At this time of the year, there are certain tracks that pop up in my mind as annually as the Fall colors that will be coming our way. I’ve asked others about this. Most tend to agree. Whereas commercial radio playlsits cycle the same top 50 over and over again, yours truly has the luxury to play to the Seasons.