Its beginning to look a lot like public radio at WBEZ

Its beginning to look a lot like public radio at WBEZ | Chicago Tribune

So WBEZ had music in its sights for much of the year, but in the end, it couldn't pull the trigger.

The Chicago public radio station (FM 91.5) has posted its new, news-and-talk schedule, and the surprise is that so much music survives, although very little of it is jazz. It was the threatened death of WBEZ's voluminous jazz programming that caused so much (well-mannered) furor when the plans were announced earlier this year.

Not from me, I was totally ecstatic when I heard WBEZ was cutting back on the evening-and-weekend afternoon jazz. I like big band music, I like some kinds of "smooth jazz," but the stuff played in the evenings turned me off, so I turned BEZ off.

The schedule, viewable in full at www.wbez.org and debuting Jan. 8, strikes me as pretty canny, with weak performers (sorry, Michael Feldman) being bumped or moved to less prominent places, some promising newcomers entering the lineup (Bob Edwards returns, in a fashion) and perhaps enough music left in to keep aggrieved hepcats from open revolt.

Or maybe not. The WBEZ message board, at its Web site, is well heated by people who continue to insist that their particular underrepresented music genre should have held on to its nights-and-overnights spot.

 

Well, I would have been even happier if they'd picked up "Thistle and Shamrock," but I'm happy enough. My husband David and I have actually travelled up to Madison to see Michael Feldman tape/broadcast What'Ya Know? and it can be a weak show if the guests are "off" and the audience members tapped for the quiz or for short conversations with Michael are "off." I think its particular brand of quirky humor goes a long way in shorter portions – it would work really well as an hour show.

There is a bone or two in the schedule for jazz aficionados, but there's actual meat for people like me who welcomed the planned move as a more pure expression of what public radio does best.

Legendary deejay Dick Buckley keeps a version of his jazz show, a scant hour on Sunday afternoons, and "Ken Nordine's Word Jazz"survives, at midnight Sunday and Monday.

God. When the hell is Ken Nordine going to just… go away. I won't say "die," but really, the less of that syrupy rumbling navel-gazing I have to hear, the better. Nordine was last cool in the Seventies, when he did a series of memorable Levi's ads. That was a long time ago, people. And Dick Buckley with his meticulously time-and-date-stamped catalogue of "good old good ones" no doubt performs a public service for serious jazz fans, who apparently want to know who the second trumpeter was that time that Drizz Biederhoncker and His Hot Brass Quartet performed at the Blue Elephant in 1947. But an hour of Dick is about right for the rest of us, who happen to have a pulse.

On Friday nights, music shows "Passport" and "Afropop Worldwide" also live on, following, rather nicely, out of "Sound Opinions," the rock talk show that should be a good fit in its new home after "This American Life."

Repeating "Opinions" and "Life" the next morning, however, seems like too much too soon. But will I appreciate something better to listen to beginning at 11 a.m. Saturdays than Feldman's tired "Whad'Ya Know," now moving to the post-Garrison Keillor, Saturday-night slot? Yes, I will.

Okay, I can live with this. I won't listen to "Sound Opinions" much, though. I often end up catching only part of "This American Life" before moving on to much more excellent Friday night sci-fi TV viewing. I rarely get to listen to Afropop, same reason. This doesn't stop me from rapturously repeating the hosts' name every time I hear a promo during my drive time. I know his name is spelled something like "Georges Collinet," but I just like saying it as I drive. "Zhozsh Kalleenay. Zhozsh Kalleenay. Zhozsh Kalleenay." It's almost as fun to say as "I'm Core-y Flint-off."

The music newcomer (Marian McPartland is out, by the way) is "American Routes," a two-hour show out of New Orleans that'll air Saturday afternoons and just happens to serve the underrepresented music I'm most interested in hearing, American roots music, including some jazz. The playlists and interviews look to be exceptional.

Marian McPartland is out! Marian McPartland is out! Marian McPartland is out! This is excellent news, indeed. No more of that rather pretentious, faux-British accent going on and on about some new talent that she's introducing to a jazz-hungry and undeserving world. No more youthful jazz prodigies earnestly playing, note for note, every slavishly copied piano riff. She was another reason to tune out for the day on Sundays, or switch over to WXRT. 

And I'm very happy to hear "American Routes" is coming; when we go on road trips, we often encounter it. We heard some really excellent music and interviews on that show when we were driving around Colorado and Southern Utah. We happened to catch a post-Katrina retrospective show that gave me goose bumps – it really made the miles fly. It's good stuff, Maynard.

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But despite more music shows than the station seemed to want to air at first, this is definitely a news-talk schedule. On that front, the weekday morning lineup remains the same. But in the afternoon, competent but underwhelming California talk show "To the Point" is out, replaced by NPR call-in show "Talk of the Nation."

Heh, "competent but underwhelming" is too right. My morning drives are pleasant; my evening drives vary depending on whether I get out of work "on time" or not. I sometimes hear "To the Point" if I take a really, really late lunch and have to drive off-site to get it.

The first-rate news show "The World" moves back from afternoons to its old 7 p.m. slot, replacing, and not a moment too soon, the tepid Canadian newsmagazine "As It Happens." How I'll miss those detailed discussions of Parliament's wheat policy!

You and me brutha. Hee! "Tepid!" Hee hee! That show has the dorkiest, datedest Seventies-junior-high-prom-DJ-in-widelegged-cuffed-pants-and-a-clip-on-velvet-bowtie theme music evarrr. The one time it was interesting, the two female hosts interviewed some guy that was in a boat rowing or sailing across the Atlantic, on the final leg of a more or less solo round-the-world trek by bicycle. He had started out cycling around the globe with a friend, met a girl, settled down with her to wait out the winter in Russia, fought with the friend, started traveling again, lost the girl, lost the friend, rejoined the friend, and ended up alone in a tiny boat, talking to Canadian radio presenters by satellite phone. They played clips from previous conversations with him to fill in the story. That was the first episode I ever heard, and the last good one.

UPDATE: Someone in Blogaria is really interested in the Canadian Wheat Board. This post got automatically linked because it contained the words "canadian" and "wheat." Ooops, I did it again. Bet they're pissed that "As It Happens" is going off the air in Chicago, too.

Previously in that time slot was "The World," which makes a most welcome return. I like chanting along with the drum riff that ends the musical theme and "bumper" between segments: "Da-da-danh-danh, dunh-dunh."

Then the daytime shows "Eight Forty-Eight," "Worldview" and "Fresh Air" repeat between 8 p.m. and 11 p.m., to try to catch the folks who were at work during the first airings. Again, it seems a heavy thumb is on the repeat scale, a place where the station is vulnerable to criticism, but the theory behind it is sound.

Woo!!! "Worldview" is a great, great news and world affairs show. It used to be on at the time I most often had lunch, and as I'm often in the car driving off-site to eat, I really enjoyed my hour of lunch and learn, Worldview style. The host always comes up with really interesting guests and insights, and the issues they discuss are often unlike anything else in the news, and really important and under-reported. And we rarely get to listen to "Fresh Air," unless we're on vacation. This means that I'll actually turn the radio on in the evenings, if there's nothing to watch on TV. 

What's missing is more effort from the WBEZ news department, a nightly half-hour, say, on the day in Chicago. But the "Eight Forty-Eight" repeat will at least give more exposure to what seems destined to remain the station's primary local-coverage effort.

More intriguing is "Global Overnight," a nightly four-hour assemblage of news from other countries, not just the BBC. That runs in the insomniacs and second-shifters spot, from midnight to 4 a.m., when the news cycle starts over.

As for Edwards, no, he hasn't been brought back to replace Chucklin' Steve Inskeep on "Morning Edition." But a two-hour highlight package of his XM Radio interview show runs Sundays at noon.

The net result of all this: When I turn on WBEZ, at almost any time of any day, I'll hear some attempt at news reporting or informed discussion, a powerful counterweight to what passes for talk radio elsewhere on the dial.

And the music that's there will come as seasoning, rather than the filler it felt like in the current schedule.

Even if you flipped on the station and caught a jazz tune you liked, it felt like something different than public radio. This schedule has the look and feel of what I, at least, think of as public radio.

Good enough. I could wish for a late-night music show like "Echoes" or "Hearts of Space," but another public radio station that a-a-allllmost comes in clearly plays those when I feel like chilling out or taking a bath before bedtime with "new age" music to help me sleep. I agree that the schedule is much more "public radio-y" especially in light of all the programming we've heard on road trips – oh, for E-town or World Cafe or any of a number of fine public radio shows I've encountered over the years. I wish there was some folk/Celtic/eclectic music on the weekends, and even a little classical, but I realize that WBEZ can never be KUNC, which will always be a favorite of mine because of its associations with many happy Colorado road trips over the years.

Squirrelly little guy flew with the dinosaurs | Chicago Tribune

Squirrelly little guy flew with the dinosaurs | Chicago Tribune

A furry, squirrel-sized creature that soared through prehistoric skies–possibly even sharing the lofty view with birds' first ancestors–suggests that mammals took flight nearly 70 million years earlier than scientists had thought.

The evidence comes in the form of a squashed skeleton found in Inner Mongolia that belonged to a tree-inhabiting creature born with a built-in hang glider–a fold of furry skin that stretched between its front and hind legs.

This news item sent me Googling around to chase down an old, old memory from college: a professor of evolution who did an extremely funny and effective impression of a flying squirrel getting ready to hop off a branch and glide. I still remember how he popped his head up and down and spread his professorial tweed jacket in a perky little "gonna fly now" mammalian display.

It was a full-year class which fulfilled part of the science requirements. I stayed on for the whole year, because he was not only amusing and a good instructor, but his wife made him bring donuts and coffee to final exams, as we were an early morning class. His affection for flying squirrels was so great that he and a number of other grad students dressed up as furry gliders for Halloween when he was younger, and that was why he described the costumes and exhibited the behavior for our class one chilly October morning 30 years ago.

To my delight, Prof. William Bradshaw is still at the University of Oregon, which has its own ecology and evolutionary development department now. He seems to have been using mosquitoes for most of his research all this time with his partner… although I'm sure he's pretty happy about this new "furry glider" evolutionary discovery, I bet he does a mean mosquito impression, too.

Station: Falling the First Time

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This is an example of the kinds of things we're going to be moving from Holy Moly to St Nicholas. It's one of the Stations of the Cross that was made by one of our parishioners, and I think it represents Jesus falling the first time on the long walk to Calvary.

If you look closely, you can see two honkin' big wood screws going right up His robe. Also, it's really battered and like all the rest, really dusty and cobwebby. The ladies from the Altar Guild no longer dust these, because they regularly got pulled from the wall and broken because their dusters, or the silk scarves used to cover them in Holy Week would catch on them.

It's about the size of a large framed picture, and the open frame is made from very rustic, splintery wood. I'm not sure what the figures are modeled from, but I suspect all Stations were made from discarded or recycled building materials from when the church was built, or perhaps the parishioner was in construction.

It's definitely not my favorite. I purposely took the photo under moody, low-light conditions because flash just throws all the unfortunate detail into stark relief. It's not bad-looking now, and has a definite feeling of the agony it's meant to convey, but it's pretty primitive when seen close up under strong light.

I guess you'd call these an example of outsider art.

Via: Flickr Title: Station: Falling the First Time By: GinnyRED57
Originally uploaded: 13 Dec '06, 9.59pm CST PST

Fraught Process

My little Episcopal parish, Holy Moly, is closing at the end of this month.

I'm part of the lay leadership; I'm involved in this process. If you had told me 5 years ago when I reluctantly agreed to be on the Bishop's Committee that I'd be part of the stubborn remainder that had to come to this decision and actually deal with the physical and emotional and spiritual challenges that come with closing a church, I'd have said "no way. Not gonna do it."

Well, here I am, in at the death.

In my time, I've attended probably 50 normal B.C. meetings, and about 10 or 20 meetings related to church in some way, maybe more if you count the joint Lenten and Advent meetings we used to have with a former "yoking" partner. Many of the meetings had an anxious subtext: "How are we doing? Can we cut more from the budget? Can we get through another year? Can we find a partner? Can we talk to some other Episcopalians about being a really, really small church? How long can we go on?" 

We had another joint meeting last night with the Bishop's Committee from the parish we're merging with. There's a lot of stuff to be discussed in the very few weeks we have left, as our closing service is December 31, the "transferred" feast of the Holy Innocents.  Our vicar, a very gentle soul, earnestly laid out an ambitious program to create several smaller working groups to cover specific issues (he purposely avoided calling them "committees"). The issues include liturgy/music, finance, outreach/evangelism, care/healing, and so on. 

And then he said the "M" word. He mentioned in passing that perhaps some of these committees might need to week much more often than monthly as in the full BC meeting. Some might need to get together every week to discuss things and keep ideas and goals and tasks moving and on track.

My friend the Warden, a woman who took on the mantle of leadership because none of the rest of us wanted to do it when the previous warden resigned, dissolved in tears. She simply could not handle the thought of yet another meeting.

There were tears in the sacristy as well; when you have worked the better part of a lifetime to help make a beautiful and meaningful Eucharist by providing the painstaking labor to ensure that "fair linens" are truly fair, it's hard to stand unmoved when the vestments and vessels you've cared for are being discussed as if they were housewares.

One couple brought wedding pictures – they were married at Holy Moly several decades ago.

It's really hard for the long-timers, who were there at the founding. They know the story of how the altar was built, and who made the embroidered banners, and how the modern steeple used to have stained glass in it that fell down and through the skylight one day during Mass. Right over the altar, showering the then-priest with broken glass, as he was about to serve the Eucharist.

I'm a short-timer; I've only been there 5 years. In that time, I've seen the numbers dwindle, and in the last year it seemed like every month, another face or family was MIA. They just got tired of waiting for the end to happen, and didn't want to be there for the unpleasant reality that we all face at the end of December. After the Eucharist on New Year's Eve Sunday, we'll have a party downstairs, while upstairs some people will busy themselves with dismantling the most essential of our liturgical "furniture" that must go with us to St Nicholas, and they'll carefully move it and install it there that afternoon.

I mentioned in the meeting last night, as we were getting lost in the discussion of how it would work to have some people partying and reminiscing downstairs while others were working and disassembling upstairs, that some people were meant to be movers, and some were meant to be shakers. There'll be a whole lot of moving and shaking going on before we're done.

The essential items appear to be:

  • The Columbarium – ashes of some of our dead are in this, which is mounted on the wall
  • The Risen Christ/Christus Rex – mounted on a pipe over and behind the altar
  • Various chalices, vestments, vessels, hand chimes, prayer books, some hymnals
  • a statue of Mary, and a couple of embroidered banners, a portable font, and so on.

Non-essential items include the Stations of the Cross, which are all about the size of a picture frame and in very bad repair. They've been repaired many times, and the one with the big wood screws that go right up our Lord's bottom really, really bothers me. Still, they hold a lot of meaning for some people, so they'll be repaired if possible, and put in storage for later. There's also a very big carved crucifix that is simply too big for the new space at this time. Several people seem to find this disturbing, but we'll find a way to use it if only during Holy Week, I suspect. 

Frankly, we've got a problem. We'll do all this work, get all this stuff moved, and some of it will be stored in the basement of a parishionerr. And then, I fear, a significant number of us will decide that we can't make the move spiritually or emotionally, once the physical task is accomplished. We won't have familiar music, at least not at first, because we won't have an organ. We won't have a regular musician to play the portable keyboard, either, which is one reason why membership has fallen off so steeply since the beginning of summer. We'll struggle on, attempting to do things without music, or to sing hymns a cappella. It's going to be rough. 

There are hopes and plans for an eventual digital organ, an impossibly expensive instrument on our budget unless the diocese secures one from some other distressed parish. I'm hopeful, but fear that we're grasping at straws on that one.  

The current congregation at St Nicholas is losing some of the ways they do things, in the merger. They're much more informal and loosey-goosey about the Eucharist, and their music and liturgy are very contemporary and sort of "hey, let's have the kids do church!" They like church their way. They like the contemporary music, which is "easy to sing for those without much musical training." They like to have all the kids running around underfoot and out of control. 

Meh. It bothers me.

I'm going along with everything and I'm even a little excited when I'm not dreading the last couple of "big" services at Holy Moly (I'm worried about the organist for Christmast Eve… and lack of rehearsal time or discussion of what we're singing). But I'm worried that we're going to get our "stuff" moved over there, and those of us who are holding it together will sort of fall apart, and a couple of people who are already not coping with it will well and truly go to pieces.

The food pantry stuff excites me, and being part of a much more energized community excites me, but I won't know if I'll be excited to go to church there for a good long while yet.