Tuesday, October 18, 2011

"Hello, this is Northstate Public Radio, may I take your pledge?"

Hard at work on KCHO's fall pledge drive



I whole-heartedly converted to the great community of NPR listeners in early 1990's. I rose up from the baptismal waters in love with the holy trinity of warm radio tones, old-time shows like Prairie Home Companion, and Fresh Air interviews with music icons and movie directors. Any knowledge of presidential elections, economic trends, and international happenings made themselves known to me in contemplative solitude while cooking hundreds of dinners, driving the sunset-soaked back roads home on long commutes, or sipping morning coffee. I vividly remember clearing breakfast dishes when the first incredulous reports threw the world off kilter on 911.

This fall's involuntary unemployment gifted me the time I never had, but always wanted to shift my intensely personal experience with NPR to that of a flesh and blood community by answering phones for the fall pledge drive. After meeting the staff and taping on my name tag, I helped myself to some Chico Chai and dried fruit plunder available to volunteers. Little did I know that the classical music show hours tend to invite low call volumes, but the two other ladies on my shift and I wasted no time in chatting it up about the inevitable small town connections we shared- their boys played soccer together, and we all had worked within the sphere of public education. We unearthed startlingly common horror stories of crazy staff members given free rein under the tenure system in obvious need of revision.

When the first rings snapped me back to attention, I frantically grabbed my script and filled out pledge forms neatly enough to make my team leader proud. Needless to say, the predominantly senior citizen callers made it easier by scrapping the need to notate strange email addresses. Each conversation felt like peeking through a lace-curtained window of a slower era. The whole experience provided a boost to my faith in humanity that too easily falters in the paid working world.

Next time, I hope to bring at least one of the Afternoon Bloom members so we can be a real team and even get a quick blurb about us on the air during our shift; and maybe even create a challenge where the first ten callers get a CD.

I'm curious to hear about your NPR nostalgia, or a confession of your current membership/pledge status. It's never too late....... Click here to pledge now!



Thursday, October 6, 2011

Story Behind the Song #2, Look Upon me With Love


I was just starting to get to know my shadow self (as my psychologist friends say) when I wrote this, at the turning of the tide of the black and white thinking that had carried me through late adolescence and lingered in a fundamentalist Christian setting. Some other friends were learning the hard way about how good intentions + do the right thing NICE LIFE. Getting personally acquainted with this formula is a lesson we all learn, or are doomed to repeat in life’s merciless remedial courses. In retrospect, this song marks the mere infancy of my relationship with that kind of higher math. 

I observed that “each of us defy a reason to be loved;” that only perspective changes our focus from the damning details to the embraceable big picture. The utter lack of armor, the assailable emotional skin we reveal when we ask another to look upon us with love astounds with its honesty, and terrifies with simplicity. How much easier to spin stories and construct air-tight arguments to convince someone why they should love us? 

The meaning deepens and doubles as the years go by. The challenge to “let your lens be tinted with that rose” demands me to honestly recognize shortcomings while resisting a cheaper worldly bitterness that confers a lonely superiority. On a good day, this song can strip us of our cherished litanies repeated desperately in the dark hours before dawn, and deposit us eye to eye with the actual people in our life who may or may not “deserve” our affection, but what a gift we could give?

Look upon me with love

To the naked eye each of us defy
A reason to be loved
We speak too often or too quick
Make promises we’re sure to ditch
Can’t find a reason to be loved

Please look upon me with love
Yeah, look upon me with love
Let your lens be tinted with that rose
Look upon me with love

What other question, other cry, would be so easy to deny
Than look upon me with love
There’s nothing I can guarantee
For such a risk you’d take with me
To look upon me with love

Please look upon me with love
Yeah, look upon me with love
Let your lens be tinted with that rose
Look upon me with love

There’s nothing I can guarantee
But such a gift you’d give to me
To look upon me with love



Look upon me with love - Karen Joy Brown