This is a fantastic first-person essay from producer Kristina Lund reminiscing about when she was four years old receiving cassette tapes from her father featuring him singing along with recordings of popular recordings of the day. What sounds like the actual cassettes of her father singing along (badly) with Richard Harris on "MacArthur Park" is hysterically funny and poignant at the same time. It's heartwarming and cute in the best sense of the word, and I absolutely loved it. The only flaw is that the music is mixed too high at about 4:15 into the piece and distracts from the narration. Nevertheless, I have to give it five stars because it is one of the most imaginative and endearing pieces of radio I have heard in a long time.
Review of The Miltyway
Phil Corriveau
Posted on May 18, 2007 at 11:35 AM
This is a fantastic first-person essay from producer Kristina Lund reminiscing about when she was four years old receiving cassette tapes from her father featuring him singing along with recordings of popular recordings of the day. What sounds like the actual cassettes of her father singing along (badly) with Richard Harris on "MacArthur Park" is hysterically funny and poignant at the same time. It's heartwarming and cute in the best sense of the word, and I absolutely loved it. The only flaw is that the music is mixed too high at about 4:15 into the piece and distracts from the narration. Nevertheless, I have to give it five stars because it is one of the most imaginative and endearing pieces of radio I have heard in a long time.