remembering Bob Parlocha

BobParlochaJazz DJ Bob Parlocha died Sunday from a heart attack at age 75. Fans of jazz on the radio everywhere are grieving.

I first got to know Bob when I moved to the Bay Area in 1985. KJAZ was one of the first stations that I became acquainted with, and I immediately fell in love with Bob’s Dinner Jazz each evening Monday through Friday.

KJAZ went off the air in 1994 because the station’s financial situation was no longer viable. Shortly thereafter Bob became the first and only announcer on the Satellite Jazz Network out of WFMT in Chicago. The service provided pre-recorded jazz programming to public radio stations around the country. Many small public radio stations would use the service for their overnight programming. Bob did the show from a studio in his home in Alameda. He was a gourmet cook and his home had a professional-class kitchen as well. Thanks to radio stations offering streaming Internet feeds I was able to continue to listen to him. It wasn’t the same as his live, spontaneous program on KJAZ, but it was Bob Parlocha.

Bob made his email address available on air and on his Web site. I emailed him a few times and he was always most gracious in his response.

Yesterday evening Jayne Sanchez did a marvelous, heartfelt tribute to Bob during the evening Jazz Oasis program on KCSM.

Rest in peace and rise in glory, Bob. You gave us more pleasure than we could ever reasonably hope to expect.


what we will miss

InteroAfteropenhouseWe had a successful open house this past weekend. Our realtor is expecting multiple offers, which he is coordinating today and tomorrow. We’ll review the offers with him tomorrow evening. So our move south keeps becoming more real.

We’re looking forward to our move, but there are things that we will miss here.

We will miss Rocca’s Market. Big time. But we will find a market with a great meat department down there.

We will miss Victoria’s Mexican Restaurant and Donald “Elvis” Prieto, though our visits there have been much less frequent since my layoff.

I will miss St. John the Divine Episcopal Church. I trust and hope that the Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd in Hemet will be welcoming to me.

I will miss the sound of the train when the bedroom window is open in the evening. There are no railroad lines anywhere near Four Seasons.

And, of course, we will bid a tearful farewell to our beloved kitchen.

Our Internet radio will go with us, so whatever stations we are enjoying now, we will enjoy down there, as long as we have an Internet connection.

Wild and scary and different and it will all work out.

Sacred Music Friday: Gloria

Gloria, from William Byrd’s Mass for 4 voices, The Tallis Scholars, directed by Peter Phillips


thoughts on heading south

InterosmallThings are looking quite promising with respect to our selling this house. I think we can plan on being able to go down to Hemet and find a home we like in the Four Seasons community.

So what are my thoughts on our likely move from the Silicon Valley area back to Southern California where I grew up?

I’m not sure whether I should be maintaining my loyalty to the San Francisco Giants or revert to my childhood fondness for the Dodgers. But given the way the Giants have been playing so far this spring, that decision may be easy.

When we were down south recently I wrote that television news in Los Angeles on that particular day was all about the stolen Academy Awards dress and the controversy over the color of that other dress. We have a reporter live on the scene from the hotel where the dress was stolen, and we have live video of the police news conference discussing the recovery of the dress. Local morning news up here is about shootings and fires and car crashes. I can handle the Southern California approach.

I think Terry and I will easily re-adapt to Southern California.

it’s happening!

InterosmallThe hard work has been completed. Our house was live and online this morning. My cell phone has been ringing  (“The Music and the Mirror” from A Chorus Line) with calls from realtors wanting to show the house. Three showings in all today. Plus a call from a realtor who was desperate trying to find a house for her clients who keep getting shut out when they make an offer.

Pretty impressive for a first day. Of course we have to do some juggling when the house is shown because of Tasha, but that’s part of the process.

Exciting and scary times!

Home Sale Diaries: 10 March 2015

The photographer did his work today. The brochure is in process. The listing goes live tomorrow.

So it begins.


Home Sale Diaries: 9 March 2015

The stagers came today. They took over the house. We now have a kitchen table again and furniture in the living room. It’s not ours. And it is so not us. Neither is what they did upstairs. But if it helps the house to sell faster and at a higher price, I guess it is worth it.

Tomorrow: the photographer.

And so it goes.


Home Sale Diaries: 8 March 2015

Today: A complete landscaping makeover, front and back.

Tomorrow: The stagers arrive.

And so it goes.


Home Sale Diaries: 7 March 2015

HomeforSaleTwo inspectors showed up today. Both were from the same company, but one was for termites and the other a general house inspector. We never saw the roof inspector, but our realtor thinks they do drive-by inspections sometimes. With all the activity and the garage door and gate both being open, Tasha went running off. Big scare for several minutes, but Terry found her down the block and just around the corner. Whew!

The realtor came by. He brought the disclosure packet and did some touch-up painting. I spent a good portion of the afternoon going through the disclosure packet. About as much fun as doing taxes.

Tomorrow: the gardener cometh.

And so it goes.

Sacred Music Friday: O Frondens Virga

“O Frondens Virga,” by Hildegard von Bingen, performed by Chanticleer