Mark presents a special Good Friday Tale for Our Time featuring selections from The Hunchback of Notre Dame - or, to give it Victor Hugo's title in French, Notre-Dame de Paris...
Happy Halloween. We have many spooky delights for you this All-Hallows Eve, including my favorite vampire and a bewitching song, plus some truly terrifying audio. But, aside from the usual horrors, I thought we'd offer something a little different...
At noon on this day in 1867, the British North America Act came into effect and the Provinces of New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and Canada were united into the new Dominion of Canada...
Tonight is All Hallows' Eve. To mark the occasion, we have a truly horrific sight: the Halloweiner. Almost as scary to at least a few New Yorkers must have been this billboard of me and fellow CRTV hosts Michelle Malkin and Mark Levin looming over Times Square today...
Happy Valentine's Day, a day on which we anglophones struggle under one of the worst burdens in a world which has otherwise blessed us: the word "love." The French for "love" is amour, which rhymes with dozens of other useful words - toujours (always), jour (day), carrefour (crossroads), tambour (drum)... So the romantically inclined Québécois lyricist can slough off a love ballad in minutes: Darling, you're my amour Not just today but toujours I know from that very first jour When I saw you at the carrefour And my heart beat like a tambour... Truly, French is the language of love. By contrast, the romantically inclined Manitoban lyricist is stymied at every turn. English has just four and a half rhymes for "love," approximately ...
Well, it's that time of year again - the State of the Union! Here are my traditional thoughts on the occasion - after which we'll deal with the peculiar circumstances of tonight's festivities...
I'd like to think that at least some of the folks trampling li'l ol' ladies into the dust at shopping malls this Black Friday will be stampeding for my new cat album...
Happy Presidents Day to all our American readers. In honor of the false equivalence of this newish holiday, here's an encore presentation of an audio special we first aired six years ago way back at the dawn of the Obama era, featuring 44 songs for 44 presidents...
I'd like to think that at least some of the folks trampling li'l ol' ladies into the dust at shopping malls up and down the land will be stampeding for my new book....
Wherever you are around the world this December 25th, from New Hampshire to New South Wales, Quebec City to Kuala Lumpur, we wish you the merriest with a cornucopia of Yuletide delights from the Santa Steyn grotto
A Song for the Season by Merle Travis Happy Labor Day, or Labour Day, according to taste. We'll be back with a Song of the Week bonus audio edition later this week, but in the meantime here's labor lyricized at the lower end of the register in a great Merle Travis song. This essay is anthologized in A Song For The Season: I was born one mornin' and the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine I loaded 16 tons of number nine coal And the straw boss said, 'Well bless my soul!' For Labor Day, we need a song about labor – not just about work, a job, but a song you can feel the sweat and ache in. You can find plenty of working-nine-to-five-what-a-way-to-make-a-living numbers but not a lot in which you can feel the ...