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Bill Stepp's performance of "Bonaparte's Retreat," captured as a Library of Congress field recording, has made its way into everyone's living rooms as the backdrop to the beef commercial declaring, "Beef, it's what's for dinner." Now, it's receiving a music industry accolade.

Ahead of the president's State of the Union address, Weekend Edition Sunday host Rachel Martin talks with Rutgers University political scientist Ross Baker about the state of relations between the White House and Congress.

As the Northeast digs out from a record-breaking snowstorm, some coastal residents also have to contend with flooding. NPR's Jeff Brady visits the small town of Scituate, Mass., to get an update on cleanup efforts there.

Longtime listeners to Weekend Edition will remember Mike Voisin, owner of an oyster processing operation in Houma, La. Former host Liane Hansen visited him several times in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. He passed away earlier this month after suffering a heart attack at the age of 59.

The brief courtroom session provided a glimpse of the accused plotters, including Khalid Sheikh Mohammed. But the discussion focused on whether U.S. intelligence is listening to attorney-client conversations.

The rate at which American women are having babies fell again in 2011, continuing a decline that's been under way for years. Births to teenagers hit another low, while births to older women rose slightly.

Everybody knows you need a chicken to lay an egg. Everybody knows you need an egg to produce a chicken. What nobody knows is how the cycle started. Here's a new take, that leans eggwards — and it's fun to watch.

Hear eighth blackbird play Grammy winning music by Stephen Hartke. And the hosts of Deceptive Cadence team up to examine the classical winners at the 55th Grammy Awards, from two very belated Lifetime Achievement honors to the nonsense of the "Classical Compendium" category.

Beneath The xx's tightly controlled image-making lays music that's raw and vulnerable; worried tentativeness is wired into a sound that shimmers powerfully, but remains as fragile and delicate.

Everyone likes to complain that the Grammys are out of touch until something they like wins.