Thursday, October 3, 2013
Eventually, the show was replaced (by my local public radio station) with some sort of wonky New Age show, and visions of silver starships approaching slowly spiraling galaxies were replaced by visions of elderly nudists placing healing stones upon each others' wrinkled brows in the depths of a nightmarish patchouli-scented sweat lodge while toga-clad men with long beards slapped even hairier women around with tambourines. All under Yanni's deceptively benevolent-seeming gaze, of course. So, I quit tuning in.
Imagine my surprise, 30 years later, to discover the show is still in syndication. See if its on near you.
In the meantime, here's one of the giants of the genre to listen to.
All space-cadet; no patchouli or tambourines.