Summer staffers discovered a nice little stack of photos yesterday! I went through it and picked out some of my favorites. It looks like they range from the 1980s to early 2000s. Comment if I’m wrong or if you know any of these people!
More from our WPRB history series! A fan from August 1977 writes to WPRB to compliment us on our joke-making…
Yesterday, I heard the radio announcer on ‘Morning Classical’ say ‘The English Chamber Orchestra led by Richard BONE-IN-JAY.’ I assume Richard Bonynge. It’s pronounced BONNING—Australian—not imitation French.
Why the hell don’t you dump that ass! The girl who D-J’s on the weekends is no better either. What a disgrace to your school. Theybutcher (inexcusably) almost everything they say. There is no question that they know absolutely nothing about classical music.
Aren’t you, as station mgr, aware of what is broadcast over the air? Doesn’t anyone ever interview candidates for positions at the station? To say that it’s a disgrace doesn’t even come close to the work that is needed to describe this situation.
Maybe I shouldn’t write. My wife and I laugh like hell every morning at your broadcasts; it’s like a big joke. That’s it! It is a joke, isn’t it?
I just realized it as I was writing this letter! That puts things in a different light. Well, I’ve got a good me for you to try—
Play some 16th century airs and dances by an unknown composer and say…
Music from the court of Henry the Eighth by A-NO-KNEE-MOOSE (Anonymous). Get it! We’ll really laugh like hell.
This past weekend marked perhaps the most important event of the summer: Blobfest 2012, an event so remarkable that I must write a blob post (this pun will never get old) about it.
Stage one of the adventure: drive into Phoenixville, PA. I have been to a couple other quaint little towns around the area, but this Pennsylvania town has the others beat. For one, their lampposts were bright blue. For another, almost half the storefronts had their own interpretation of the Blob on display.
Stage two: enter the Blobfest. On the block of the Colonial Theatre, vendors sold their bizarre merchandise ranging from ironic t-shirts to Blob-oriented prints. T-shirts featured references that the Blob community would enjoy like Star Wars, the Hunger Games, David Bowie, and monsters from outer space. Prints focused on 1950s nostalgia. The best, though, was certainly the Rockabilly Roadhouse booth (no bias here, of course not), as Hot Rod Scott and Professor Ouch were MC’ing and DJ’ing the Blob Streetfair.
Stage three: see a horrifying street show in which a dude stuck hooks in his eyes and swung an iron from side-to-side. Pictured below.
Stage four: Watch The Buzzards play a set of music. The Buzzards certainly know how to put on a show. First off, the bass player had a bass with COW PRINTS on it. Also, for the last song, the drum player came to the front and beat the crap out of his drums WHILE people poured water on him and his equipment.
Stage five: donate a dollar to a local clinic. In return for the dollar, I was able to ask the Blob one question. I asked what the meaning of life was, and he responded “Lucky Charms.” My fellow staffer asked what she should be when she grows up, and the Blob said to dig to the center of the earth and hunt for diamonds. The Blob is truly a divine creature. (NOTE: the Blob spoke to us via an amplifier. His form is too sacred to be manifested openly.)
Stage six: Purchase ironic buttons.
Stage seven: admire the beautiful Blob display on top of the Colonial Theatre, which was in fact one of the places the Blob attacked in the 1958 film. I wonder who took the time to design such a nicely inflated Blob.
A message from Scott Einhorn, host of the weekly show “Best of the UK”:
This Friday, July 13th, I’ll be joined by singer-songwriter Glen Burtnik. Glen, a former member of Styx, appeared in the Broadway production of Beatlemania as Paul McCartney (alongside Marshall Crenshaw, who played John Lennon).
Glen will perform live, help me pick tunes, and we’ll give away tickets to his July 28th show at the State Theatre in New Brunswick, “Glen Burtnik & Friends: The Music of Paul McCartney.” (One of Glen’s “friends” will be the great Denny Laine, formerly of Wings and the Moody Blues.)
We hope you can tune in! From 10 to 12 tonight!
Indicated by the use of WPRU instead of WPRB, this was clearly from the pre-1955 FM days. Beyond that, however, I was unable to date the folder, but whoever designed it seemed to be quite excited about sales…
While rummaging through some old WPRB stuff, I came across a handful (a large folder (a box)) of fan mail. Well, it wasn’t exactly fan mail. It was more, i-listen-to-your-radio-station-a-lot-and-have-some-suggestions mail. Apparently, there was a time when WPRB wasn’t completely flawless (hard to imagine, right?).
So, as part of a blogging series that I just made up, I will present some of the letters WPRB received when it was WPRU. (Old mail=super hip)
Letter No. 1: An appalled gentleman on March 12, 1947
Your use of a recording of the Lord’s Prayer as background music for the meditation period on Thursday evening must rank among radio’s most unforgivable insensitivities. No appeal to sentiment need be informed from my reminder that the Lord’s Prayer holds for many, value so high that it could never be given background status. WPRU, when will you come of age?
My notes: I wonder what inspired his underline under “that.” Also, my answer to him: WPRB will probably never come of age. That ain’t our style. I doubt anyone responded as such at the time.
Letter No. 2: That was good but…on March 15, 1947
Be advised that while your airing of the Glee Club concert was most commendable, there is still much to be ironed out. I would point out first the incompetence of your music announcer; next, your control men who “mix” programs. The overall effect somehow leaves something to be desired.
My notes: Honestly, the station had to shut down during WWII, so this was its second year of operation. Thus, their ignorance was justified. Right? This bro was definitely a diva. Also, he didn’t even say “gentlemen,” just “men.” Rude.
Letter No. 3: An Urgent Request on March 28, 1947
For God’s sake, keep on with the new program “[Shirley] Jazz.” It’s the best thing I’ve heard in a long time.
My notes: I couldn’t make out what the name of the jazz program was. Shirley? Shirtly? Slinely? Shinely? Shirsly? I though Shirley looked best. I also wonder why he asked with the Lord’s name. That must have been some swell jazz.
Letter No. 4: The Students in Campbell Hall on March 20, 1947
As we sit here, listening to a few selections from Kostelanitz for the 25th time, we wonder why you cant get a little variety in “Music To Study By”? It cant be because you dont have enough records to keep from repeating each night. We know you have lots of records for we have seen them. Why cant each announcer make a list of the records he played and then have these lists posted so that the announcer of the following night can check to make sure there are no duplications. You could keep the lists for, say, one week and then start over again. We do enjoy “Music to Study By,” in fact would like to see extended from 10:30. However, we will be forced to take a few commercials with our music if you dont get a little variety in your program.
Yours truly, Campbell Hall
My notes: Was this the ignition to the playlist software? Gasp.
So concludes the WPRB historical documents presentation.