Showing posts with label WQRS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WQRS. Show all posts

Friday, September 18, 2020

18 September 2020 - Plague Journal Day 189

Micah 6:8
Matthew 26-27
Yes, your life matters.

We all are still sheltering in place, but I'm here to keep you sane and entertained.
One could hardly ask for much more than that, now could one?

The other day I heard a couple of the hosts on WJR-AM (that's 760AM in Detroit) talking about all the great folks with whom they had worked over the years and it made me think about the great programming I've heard on that station as long as I can remember.

One early memory (before 1965, based on the house in which the conversation took place) was of my wondering how Mom could tell which guy was on the radio - they all sounded the same to me then. I don't remember her reply, it was probably something as simple as, "listen long enough and you know their voices." That lack of recognition of voices is very much not the case now, so I'm thinking it was really an early instance of my gift for not being able to connect a name with a person (whether by sight or sound). I'm really good at that.

At any rate, I started trying to make a list in my head of programs and hosts I remember on WJR so I thought I'd share what I could produce here. (That's content generation for those of you who wonder how blog posts are created.)

  • Karl Haas, Adventures in Good Music
  • Mike Whorf, Kaleidoscope
  • Gene Elsey, Music for Moderns
  • JP McCarthy, the Morning Music Hall (that name didn't stick forever, now was it terribly accurate most of the time)
  • Jimmy Launce, I think his show was just called the Jimmy Launce Show
  • JP again with Focus
  • Ted Strasser, Patterns in Music
  • Jay Roberts, Night Flight 760
  • Foster Braun, the Internet Advisor
  • Gerry Whitman, Whitman's Sampler
  • Bob Hines, whatever his overnight show was called (The jingle was "Spend the night with Bob Hines, on WJR." maybe that was the name of the show.)

I'm sure I'm missing a bunch more like Bud Guest, but I only remember of him, not actually listening to him. Still, that's quite a list of great radio hosts and programs for one station that wasn't syndicating their stuff across the country. 


That list is just people I remember from WJR - it doesn't even take into account all the great shows that actually were syndicated nationally out of Detroit back in the golden era of radio - things like the Lone Ranger - nor the other great stations here in the Motor City (WABX, WRIF, WQRS, the list goes on and on).
Yes, we've been very fortunate here in Detroit.

Radio is awesome.

Keep Calm and Stay Away.
I'll be back tomorrow.
The mental health issues related to our lockdown and the pandemic are especially hard for people with depression. NAMI, the National Alliance on Mental Illness, has a 24 hour helpline: 800-950-6264.


Wednesday, July 29, 2020

29 July 2020 - Plague Journal Day 139 - RIP Charles Greenwell

Micah 6:8
Romans 12:14-18
Yes, your life matters.

We all are still sheltering in place, but I'm here to keep you sane and entertained.
One could hardly ask for much more than that, now could one?

We have (at least temporarily) lost a really fine man, a wonderful musician, and a good friend. Charles Greenwell has moved on to the other side, having succumbed to the ravages of cancer.

Long before I actually knew him, I was a fan - listening to him every day on WQRS in his midday shift where he educated me so much about classical music. On a station tour (probably back in 1982), we trouped through his studio while music was playing - that was the first time I met him, and my friend commented to me that it was for me what meeting Arthur Penhallow would have been to him, and I think he was right. Charles was the voice of classical musical knowledge to me then - and has remained so to this day.
It wasn't many years later that Charles and I became personally acquainted, as his wife, Patti, became the music director at our church, and Charles was brought along for the ride. Through the years, he went from the occasional narrator for programs at church to a regular member of the choir and the bell choir. He became part of our church family, not just our musical family, and not even just a friend - he was my brother, and I will miss him terribly. (I already do.)

As another friend paraphrased the other day, if there's a classical music Heaven, you know they've got a hell of a conductor. Amen.


Keep Calm and Stay Away.
I'll be back tomorrow.