Not long ago, a "Big Broadcast" listener, a retired pharmacist from Fishkill, passed away. We'd met a few times. And he kindly gave me a two volume "Dance Band" discography, even a spare three-speed turntable. We even had a preliminary chat regarding his record collection. (Nowadays, people ask me if I've made "arrangements" for my collection, and wish they'd stop!) The next contact was from his widow. The other day I filled my station wagon with around 1000 records, and that's just the first trip.
Unless you're a Record Head (Shellac Division), or of a certain age (AKA "deceased"), you may know Rudy Vallee only from Preston Stuges' pictures or a TCM showing of "How to Succeed in Business..." But those significant roles were predicated on Vallee's initial fame on the radio. And Rudy was huge! Vallee was the archetypical crooner. He was handsome. And he played the saxophone. His career as a band leader began not long after leaving Yale in 1927. The following year he was working at the "Heigh-Ho Club" in NYC.
"The Big Broadcast" is built around birthdays. It amazes me how many listeners don't realize that. It's a roundabout compliment maybe, since it suggests the salutes don't get in the way of the show. (On the other hand, it worries me that people may miss WFUV is listener-supported.) Typically, there'll be 6-8 salutes, but it runs as high as a dozen per show. Twice a year, around New Year's Eve and now, there are hardly any. Two tonight. But they're good: Buddy Clark and Johnny Hodges. To fill thing out, I play hits.