I don’t listen to the radio very often.
I used to listen to it in the car while driving but nowadays I prefer the silence [broken only by the odd scream from a nearly missed cyclist]. I very rarely listen to it in the house.
The odd occasion though I do ike to have a bit of background music when I am doing something that doesn’t require that much though, usually cooking or something like that. Sometimes I listen to ClassicFM but a while ago I discovered Gold.
Gold broadcasts on the Interwebs and via satellite, though for some reason they claim on the Interweb that I’m outside the UK and can’t listen [I just stick in a postal address of BT28HQ and away I go]. They mostly pay stuff from the Sixties and Seventies.
I was listening to it the other evening while slopping up one of my famous savoury mince dishes. The latter involves a load of slicing , dicing and stirring so I like to have something to hum to while I slave over the hot stove. It struck me then that after one or two bars of every single track they played, I was able to recall the track title and artist, and was able to sing along. Seeing as I hadn’t heard most of those tracks since the mid seventies I somewhat surprised myself.
So here I am, able to recall virtually anything they throw at me from the dim distant past, yet I coudn’t tell you a single artist doing the rounds now. Okay, I have heard of one or two such as Beyonce or Rhianna, but I couldn’t tell you what they sing nor do I want to. I just hate modern music – it is bland, formulaic and more to do with electronic gimmickry and computerised distortion than with anything resembling music. I get the impression that they just programme a beat into a computer which then churns out something resembling an air and it is then sung by someone who has been chosen purely based on looks and who is severely lacking in any talent whatsoever.
I know that every generation complains that the Oldies just don’t understand modern stuff [my parents had a great distrust of the Beatles], but I would just make one point – how many times have songs from the Sixties and Seventies been re-recorded and how much of the modern shite is likely to even last beyond a month or two?
They just don’t make ’em like they used to.