Learning machine that I am, I like to listen to talk
radio, and I especially enjoy listening
when I’m in the car. When we still lived in Toronto, I used to listen to Talk Radio AM 640, and I particularly enjoyed the call in shows. When I
lived in Buffalo, I used to listen to Howard Stern, before he was given free
reign on satellite radio, and when he was at his most outrageous. I once had to
pull over to the side of the road because one of Howard’s rants had me laughing
so hard.
Whenever Shauna and I went on a road trip, we listened
to talk radio. I distinctly remember driving through the moonless, starlit spring
darkness somewhere around Wawa, Ontario, lost in the captivating, if incredible
science fiction of Art Bell’s syndicated Coast To Coast show. There I was, at
3 A.M. in the middle of nowhere, with no one else
on the road, and Shauna asleep beside me, listening to some guy spout off about
the Kenndy assassination. Alien abductions, sinister conspiracies, monsters, shadow people; you name it, you’d hear about it on the Coast To Coast show. George Noory has taken over the hosting duties, but
I think Bell is still on from time to time.
We’ve been watching the Winter Olympics competitions which began last week in
PyeongChang, S. Korea, and I’ve particularly enjoyed watching the slopestyle
snowboarding. Some of those aerial acrobatics are simply amazing to watch. Last
night, two Canadians made the podium in that competition. I’ve also enjoyed the figure
skating. As always, CBC coverage has been fantastic, and I’ve even begun to
appreciate curling. It may take a little more time. I’m looking forward to watching the skiing competitions,
and especially the Giant Slalom and Downhill races.
Finally, it is with sadness that I acknowledge the
passing of one of the world’s great crooners; Vic Damone, a dear friend of the
Taylor family, has passed on at the age of 89. Sinatra once said Vic Damone had the
best pipes in the business, and I think most pros would agree. For various
reasons, most which have to do with the ubiquitous dysfunction of the music business, Vic did
not achieve the fame of other crooners like Sinatra, Bennett or Crosby. Shauna
and I first met because I’d heard that Vic had recorded one of her songs. I’m
sorry I never had the opportunity to meet him in person. As I have mentioned
more than once, Shauna’s 93 year-old mom ET hosts a show on Sunday nights
called Martini Music, and that show
always begins with the song Shauna and ET wrote and Vic Damone covered, entitled Every Time I Look At You. RIP Vic Damone,
you will be missed.
Written by Jamie Oppenheimer c 2018 ALL RIGHTS
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