True Talent Endures. Legends Result.


The 1970’s. Wow, that’s really a long time ago… 40 plus years for those having a tough time doing the math.

The Vietnam War. The Kent State killings. Nixon resigns. The Manson murders. The Apollo moon missions.

And Music.

The 70’s marked the pinnacle of recorded music on vinyl.  It was an incredible era. Without going into boring statistical detail …LP’s by chart topping artists like Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Eagles, Wings, KISS, Rolling Stones and Fleetwood Mac accounted for multiple millions of units sold.

Most radio stations played the “hits” in Top 40 formats on AM radio or reached for deeper LP cuts to air within FM Album Oriented Rock structures. Whichever airwave was broadcasting the sounds…they reflected the monstrous sales numbers of mainstream artists generated through flourishing local and national record store retailers.

Fewer stations chose a more free form format approach, mostly on the FM band. They exposed loyal listeners to alternative, yet generally accessible music and artists in less mainstream genres such as progressive rock, blues, folk and jazz. One might be able to tune in and discover obscure but talented artists. They could be as varied as Deodato, Buddy Guy, John Lee Hooker, The Strawbs, Milt Jackson, Barclay James Harvest, Wishbone Ash or Roxy Music. These “underground” stations often made “stars” out of many of these musicians and groups. As their exposure grew and talent was recognized, some became part of the mainstream.

During the 1970’s, I was producing, syndicating and distributing a weekly one hour radio program out of my own studio in Portland, Oregon to about 20 independent radio stations in the US, Australia and New Zealand.

“Import Report” spotlighted LP music generally unavailable in US record stores. It was stuff you didn’t or couldn’t hear on US radio…except on Import Report.

I didn’t make much money doing this, but it was a lot of fun.  I’d select music to showcase during each Import Report which had been recorded and pressed overseas. Countries as globally diverse as England, Germany, The Netherlands, Finland, France, Italy and Japan were the roots.

The musical genres from overseas were all encompassing. However, there were only a few knowledgable and/or curious record retailers who’d import these types of albums into the US. If you were fortunate to live near one of these unique stores with import inventory, likely you’d be able to find something really new, fascinating and entertaining.

I was extremely fortunate during my Import Report years to live near Portland’s Music Millennium record store…owned and operated by one of the great music junkies of the era…Don MacLeod. MacLeod stocked Millennium with a gold mine selection of underground and hard to find imported music on LP.

The mission then of Import Report, was to point my listeners in New York, Portland, Albuquerque, Atlanta…or wherever… in the direction of this new, fascinating and entertaining music; music which I had discovered in the bins and on the shelves at Music Millennium.

We all know by now…that those halcyon music days of the 70’s were short-lived…and that the music industry we knew then, has all but shriveled and withered away the last quarter century.

The chain LP record retailers have been buried beneath the rubble of inferior, over priced plastic CD’s, Napster and online download entities like iTunes…while radio is now a vast wasteland of hate talk, sports talk, Auto-Tune aided music and 35 minutes of broadcast commercials every hour.

So it is now that I look back at that musically overwhelming 1970’s era with some satisfaction knowing that, quite likely, Import Report was the very first music capsule on US airwaves to broadcast the likes of now legendary artists and recordings such as Elvis Costello’s “My Aim Is True”, Kraftwerk’s “AutoBahn” and Dire Straits first LP, the self-titled “Dire Straits”.

Which brings us…in a very roundabout way… to “Tracker”…the new work by Dire Straits’ guitarist/vocalist Mark Knopfler. It’s been 20 years since the Straits disbanded, but Knopfler has remained active, releasing over the years a brilliant array of astonishingly wonderful music. It’s safe to say that the Mark Knopfler body of work from the Dire Straits years…”Sultans of Swing”, “Money For Nothing”, “Telegraph Road”, “Tunnel of Love”… through his solo career including 8 albums…as well as his country rock roots band, The Notting Hillbillies, represents that of Legend.

“Tracker” reveals a reflective, age appropriate Knopfler recalling stories of life and love. And fond memories of good times.

“Beryl”…a “Sultans of Swing” sound-a-like…reminisces perhaps of all he’s accomplished through the years. The Ry Cooder influences are pronounced through out “Tracker”…but Knopfler’s take on Cooder here literally sparkles.

“Laughs and Jokes and Drinks and Smokes” opens with a jaunty, jazzy Celtic fiddle/accordion highlighted instrumental…cruises into vocals about memorable times in London when young…and then closes with a remarkable instrumental homage to Vince Guaraldi’s “Take 5”.

Aussie folk singer Ruth Moody weaves her lovely soprano in and between the controlled tempo of Knopfler’s voice during “Wherever I Go’…the two of them often combining for a tasty duet celebrating love, separation and devotion…a saxophone drifting along through some measures for comfort.

The highlight in my opinion is “Lights of Taormina”… a panoramic aural feast of a time savored with a long lost love at the Sicilian coastal paradise. Where has the time gone?, Knopfler wonders. Edging into melancholy…yet loving and warm…past moments cherished with the help of a seductive tenor guitar.

Eleven other songs complete “Tracker”. They exquisitely represent the work of an accomplished, well-traveled, experienced artist; an artist confident in his approach and delivery…unconcerned with radio airplay or album sales. Mark Knopfler is the embodiment of an enduring talent which emerged from the stacks of record store wax and Billboard charts of that long ago 70’s Era.

Exposing listeners years ago to unknown musical artists is what I hoped to achieve with Import Report. I’m happy to say I didn’t miss the target with Dire Straits and Mark Knopfler.

Today, in this 21st Century, Mark Knopfler represents the very essence of Legend.

For airchex from legendary progressive rock radio stations KZAP in Sacramento and KSAN in San Francisco…follow below!!!


A vivid Arizona spring day which began with the intoxicating aroma of freshly mown outfield grass…snap sounds of shiny baseballs hitting eager gloves…quick knocks of horsehide against ash and maple…young athletes prepping for competition. A glorious day.

Bled, Slovenia. Creme Cake Heaven.

Who are these people?

imageThey’re Bled pastry pros…circa mid-1950’s…led by Serbian pastry chef Ištvan Kovačevič. I have NO idea which one Ištvan is in this photo, but I’m guessing he’s the guy wearing the biggest hat. It seems he created an incredibly delicious dessert back then. He called it Bled Creme Cake.

Generally I can’t cram candy, ice cream, desserts…and especially pastry…into my fat face fast enough. But I had never heard of Bled Creme Cake until one day when I was walking along Lake Bled’s bucolic shore…and I saw a big sandwich board blocking my path to a cheesy souvenir shop a few feet away.


Get a load of that sweet hunk of heaven, will you now? Creme Cake. Geezus. Who knew? Not me. Never, ever heard of a Creme Cake in my life. And, no…a Hostess Twinkie doesn’t count.

So, here’s the scoop on my latest, heavenly sweet tooth moment; Cream Cake.

Creme Cakes have been well known to visitors to Bled, Slovenia for decades and, are in fact the symbol of Bled. Imagine that…cake!

Over the last 60 years as many as 12 million cream cakes have been sold. Each gorgeous cake has a golden crispy crust made from butter dough and a vanilla cream filling topped with whipped cream. An enticing dusting of powdered sugar crowns the creation.
The terrace of Hotel Park…where these treats are exclusively served…was slammed with people eating Creme Cake that sunny day. And everyone had BIG SMILES on their faces. I just had to have a Creme Cake. Had to. Immediately.

When I shared my Creme Cake story with my traveling companions…they weren’t all that excited. Unless there’s a warm, crispy French baguette…a pound of butter and a big glass of house red sitting on a table in front them…they never get too excited about anything that sounds like dessert.

“C’mon, Creme Cakes? Really? What’s the big deal?”

After I finally promised to take some boring rowboat ride across Lake Bled with them and a dozen other Creme Cake ignorant tourists later in the day…they all decided they’d humor me…and go WATCH me eat my slice of cake.


Some in our group were not big custard fans…but good grief, custard is the soul of the Creme Cake! But when they experienced my over-the-top enthusiasm…they finally relented…agreeing to try a piece of Bled Creme Cake with me!

We sat at a Bled lakeside table. Creme Cakes were served.

With fork in hand, I gently cut into my inviting little cake. Savoring the moment, I took my first bite. Bells went off in my mouth! The custard was light, moist…and YES…creamy! The thin pastry was oh-so buttery.

Unique and delicious. Creamy sweet and light…each bite found it’s way down toward contentment. Words can’t describe much more. Even the previously unenthused among us couldn’t enjoy their Creme Cakes fast enough.

Ištvan, old boy…I never had a clue who you might be before my recent Slovenian adventure. I’m so glad I discovered your creation.

Congratulations!  After all these years your deliciously unique Bled Creme Cake has stood the test of time.