Okay, just a few favourite memories before bed:
Peter Gzowski. Don’t have to say anything more. I loved him so much, and yes, I was in tears when Morningside came to an end.
Vickie Gabereau interviewing the Englishman who studied coprolites and who had worms as a child. I laughed so hard I cried.
The first time I heard Dave Cooks The Turkey. Again, I laughed so hard I cried.
Listening to Brave New Waves at night, being exposed to a big world beyond my small town.
Ralph Ben Murgie’s (spelling? Anyone?) evening radio show. It was great!
Ruby the Galactic Gumshoe.
Insomnia? Never alone when CBC AM switched to the European radio services–some really interesting stuff.
Oh! Oh! Basic Black. I loved that show–Saturdays were always special, and getting to hear Basic Black was a big part of it.
As It Happens. Well, that one treasure is still around. Frum asking something about “the goddamned…” was it a chicken? What a fabulous mix–and still is–of harrowing and hilarious programming. Fireside Al! Shivers at “The Shepherd”.
Okay, I was never a fan of The Transcontinental–Otto Lowie?–but it had its place, too, didn’t it? That was music you’d never, ever hear anywhere else.
As you can tell, I’m more of a CBC radio person than TV.
And my mother was the same: the radio went on in the morning and didn’t go off until bedtime. Then I moved out and took CBC radio with me.
I’m kind of cranky and resentful that a lot of the programming has changed over the years, but my home stereo only moves to NPR occasionally and same with the car. If it’s radio, it’s usually CBC.
