When I first got online, back in 1998, the first thing I did was look up National Public Radio because I wanted to know what Sylvia Poggioli looked like.
I love NPR.
I had always thought of it as the Classical Radio station growing up. Consequently I never listened to it. I was not into AC/DC and Styx. My third year in college a buddy told me about this program "Hearts of Space" that came on 10 pm on Sunday nights, the most relaxing, beautiful music I ever heard, the music of the speres. I was hooked. Not long after that I was talking to a friend from an exchange trip to Minnesota who told me about Pararie Home Companion. From it I learned the power of story, was amazed how Garrison Keillor could lul me in and carry me away to a world populated by Magandances, and it was real.
Soon I was toting a boombox and all I would listen to was public radio, I could have used a walkman but I figured the world needed to know about this too. The news content on All Things Considered was amazing to me. Sure, it was and is left leaning, but in Ronald Reagan's America it was more than a breath of fresh air, it was oxygen. I listen to Classical, I listened to Opera, I listened to Jazz, Blugrass, the Blues.
Over the years NPR has been my constant companion, my major source of news, or stories, it has shaped my outlook on the world. I have heard Red Barbour come and go, Kim Willliams come and go, I remember when Moe Rocca got his start on NPR, I thought, euuuu, he's a strange one.
But like meeting a Brokie, there is no feeling quite like putting a face with a name, or a voice. Like the silky voice of Sylvia Poggioli.
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