and we see her divided the same way.
She pulls night from our day and plays with our emotions
shining reflected rays on our slumbering notions.
When I drive around Greenville, I love to listen to WPCI Radio, 1490 AM, because there is continuously great music, a great variety of music, and no commercials. What more could you ask for? Unfortunately, for the last week, I’ve gotten nothing but static. Hoping that this wasn’t permanent, I sent an e-mail to Randy Mathena, the generous spirit who hosts the radio station, to ask him what was going on.
Unfortunately for him, the cold weather has taken a toll on his transmitter, but the station should be heard on the airwaves again next week. In the meantime, you can search for WPCI at tunein.com, and listen to it on your computer or smartphone. He told me that he hooks up his smartphone in his car to listen because of the “CD quality sound.”
I just listen the old fashioned way, so I’m looking forward to when he gets that transmitter working again, and I’m sending my appreciative thoughts in his direction. So, happy listening! And, if you appreciate the station as much as I do, then don’t be shy about it. Spread the love around!
I met Butch Morris at A Gathering of the Tribes in the East Village of New York City, in the early 1990′s. Steve Cannon had asked me to participate in a Chorus of Poets conducted by Butch Morris, and rehearsal was right there in Tribes Gallery (an intimate experience you could say.) I didn’t know what to expect, having agreed to it simply because it sounded like fun. It was indeed a fun experience, but it was more than that. Butch was doing something that was truly new to me, and really profound I think. Later on I would be a witness to a towering babel suddenly sounding sweet harmony, humanity communicating for a moment in time, speaking a common language and taking a little step closer to the light of the divine. But when I arrived for the first rehearsal I simply had to learn his hand signals.