Sure, it's ok to make up words--especially in headlines. That's where the fun is, at least when it comes to writing. When it comes to music, the fun part is the playing--and listening to it. Hence the beauty of this week's World Music Show (9/21). Actually, that's the beauty of every show. And if you can gleem from the headline this week's theme, then 50 points to you! Yes, this week's show will be heavy in Brazilian (and other Latin) music--especially in the first hour.
Articles by Ian Stewart
If you're a knowledgeable music listener who remembers various lyrics and good writing, then you may recognize this week's headline. Coined (or in this case borrowed) from a song by the Beastie Boys, this week's World Music Show (9/14) will take that line of thought and actually perform a musical experiment of sorts--at least in the first hour.
Because it's back to school time for many children, it reminded me of the times I was in school and we had to write about our Summer vacation. Since there is no World Music Show this week (due to a special broadcast of the Proms), I thought I'd dole out some recommendations as to what local-World Music bands to listen to, places to see such bands and other online areas to check out World Music.
Don't be alarmed. I mean, the planet is always moving, right? However, in this case, this week's World Music Show (8/31) is moving to a new time-slot. Set your watches for 8:00 p.m. ET this Saturday (Not sure what the GMT is for my global audience, but you're all very savvy). The show will still be two-hours long and it will still be filled with great world beats and awful humor and corny segues. And as they say in show business...on with the show.
Inserting New & Improved Sub-Headline Here: It's a Labor of Love
Listen: I know you've been here before. You've got work to do, but it's vacation time (or as in many people's cases, "stay-cation" time). What to do? Well, as many people do, you sort of do both. So, for this week's World Music Show (8/24), I'm going to attempt just that--enjoy my "stay-cation" while at the same time fulfilling my personal obligation to keep you informed as to what to expect this week.
Man, talk about your headline grabbers, right? I mean, what kind of battle could I be talking about in regards to this week's World Music Show (8/17)? Will be a battle of sexes? A battle of the Network Stars (ok, I'm really dating myself there with that one)? Or will two World Music heavywieghts duke it out to win the right to be ear candy for you to carry through the rest of the weekend? Well, sort of.
One of the many goals I have for the rest of my life--and I guess the newer terminology is now called "bucket list," is to visit as many cáfes as I can. You know, the kind with small outdoor tables that over look parts of the city or the countryside in some faraway country. I have this image or goal in mind for a few reasons. One is for the different tastes of coffee and espresso. The other is for the culture, the people, the sounds, smells, etc. But another reason is for the music. In my mind, at least, I imagine these cáfes as meeting places of rich music.
I love the irony. When I picked the selections for this week's World Music Show (7/27), Richmond was in the midst of it's usual summer humidity hoe-down. You know, sweltering heat, possible chance of rain and thunderstorms every day. But as I write this week's World Music Blog, we're on the second day of really, incredible weather. We're talking no humidity, mid-to-upper 70-temperatures--the kind of weather that, say, if you were at a drive-in theater, you'd maybe need a sweatshirt! And it's the end of July.
I have a small confession to make. One of my secret desires is that I wish I could juggle. I'm not talking about juggling chainsaws, swords and small animals though. I mean, it'd be great to just be able to juggle, say, four oranges and one apple (and take a bite of said apple during the process), like a friend of mine did a long time ago. Sadly, that desire is more like a lament, as I'm a tad more dexterous on paper instead of with things flying through the air with the power of my hands.