tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108394670961527552.post-16736875808585679932007-09-16T13:55:00.001-05:002007-09-16T14:01:56.308-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXRm8WxqwVE/Ru19Sa68JyI/AAAAAAAAB-4/-RCuYrlXZ1A/s1600-h/instrumental_classics.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXRm8WxqwVE/Ru19Sa68JyI/AAAAAAAAB-4/-RCuYrlXZ1A/s320/instrumental_classics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110878907553031970" border="0" /></a><br />I decided to play an hour of instrumentals, and then by the end I had cars outside the window honking their horns to the music. Lots of fun. Those were great old days. Chuck Morton and Luz Johnson were beeping the horns. I needed to fill in some time on the air, so I did. I did not know the exact date, and I did not read a play list. We do get to hear the beginning of my next segments, a salute to The Stranglers, an awesome band.<br /><br />Right click to download, click to listen right away, always better on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">iTunes</span>:<br /><a href="http://www.uvm.edu/%7Easnider/listen/cmk840000instrumentals.mp3">http://www.uvm.edu/~asnider/listen/cmk840000instrumentals.mp3</a>Alfred Charles Sniderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16478595639198105911noreply@blogger.com