We used to hear "Humble" in Maine every Friday night on Public Radio. We miss him. It's the perfect show to unwind to after a long work-week. I hope there are more to come on PRX.
I heard part of this program on WAMC Thanksgiving day while driving the Mass Turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston. I was completely drawn in by the show. So much so, that I actually welcomed the traffic slow-downs hoping to hear as much of the program as possible before losing the broadcast signal.
I was 13 when The White Album was released and I loved it. It is so mysteriously unfathomable lyrically yet so musically mesmerizing that I've never tired of listening to it. As a teenager, it was like taking your parents car for an illicit joy ride; the familiar mom and dad car and neigborhood roads become suddenly so wildly exhilarating and dangerous.
I lost the broadcast signal soon after "Helter-Skelter" but was determined to hear all that I had missed. So I found PRX on line and listened to the whole thing this time without the static and the traffic.
Comments by Charles Loveridge
Comment for "The humble Farmer, November 30, 2008"
Charles Loveridge
Posted on December 01, 2008 at 07:57 PM | Permalink
MIss Him in Maine
We used to hear "Humble" in Maine every Friday night on Public Radio. We miss him. It's the perfect show to unwind to after a long work-week. I hope there are more to come on PRX.
Comment for "The White Album Listening Party: Revisiting The Beatles' Top-Seller (3-Hour / Newscast-Length Version)"
Charles Loveridge
Posted on November 29, 2008 at 02:34 PM | Permalink
A White Thanksgiving
I heard part of this program on WAMC Thanksgiving day while driving the Mass Turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston. I was completely drawn in by the show. So much so, that I actually welcomed the traffic slow-downs hoping to hear as much of the program as possible before losing the broadcast signal.
I was 13 when The White Album was released and I loved it. It is so mysteriously unfathomable lyrically yet so musically mesmerizing that I've never tired of listening to it. As a teenager, it was like taking your parents car for an illicit joy ride; the familiar mom and dad car and neigborhood roads become suddenly so wildly exhilarating and dangerous.
I lost the broadcast signal soon after "Helter-Skelter" but was determined to hear all that I had missed. So I found PRX on line and listened to the whole thing this time without the static and the traffic.