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The Big Broadcast

Who'd Be Blue?

by Rich Conaty

After 41 years of doing anything, it's possible, even likely, that at some point you start to slip. The Fear of Incompetence keeps me on my toes, even if I may not be the first to notice my inevitable decay. I was feeling down after a few shows where I thought my end was off. Not just what comes out of my mouth, but what records I choose to play. When that happens, I listen to an old show or look at an old playlist. Whew! I'm no worse than I was during Reagan's first term.

Mintun at the Keys

by Rich Conaty
Photo by Mark Alan Vieira

Some Sundays there are ten birthdays, and some, like tonight, there are three. But they're solid: Fanny Brice, Denny Dennis and Ethel Waters, all singers. Curiously, no band leaders, songwriters or instrumentalists. Maybe I'm not looking hard enough. At times like these, I think, "Guest!" There aren't many people who "work" for "The Big Broadcast." In the early years of the show, there were still people around I play: Connie and Vet Boswell, Edward Eliscu, Cab Calloway, Ben Selvin, and I was fortunate to have them on the air.

Sam's Songs

by Rich Conaty
Kim Deitch Studio

This week's musical preview isn't tied to one of the show's seven birthdays. It comes from the forthcoming "Big Broadcast" Volume 10, which features a cover by a generous friend of the show, Kim Deitch. "Heartaches" was a hit in two decades. The "big" version by Ted Weems & His Orchestra was recorded in 1933, but not a huge success until, the story goes, a North Carolina deejay started playing it nightly in early 1947. Probably not coincidentally, a crime drama, "Heartaches," was released in June 1947.

Just Few, Just Three

by Rich Conaty
Library of Congress/PD

I'm always nervous about the "Big Broadcast" before a fundraiser. I've convinced myself if it's sub-par, somebody may use it as an excuse to stiff the station the next Sunday. That's compounded by anxiety over shows with not many birthday salutes; tonight has three. I've also decided there's a risk that the show will seem padded without the customary six, seven or twelve salutes.

Nuts to that.