In all the furore this week over the
Radio one playlist meeting that was documented in the Guardian (you
may not realise there was a furore about it, I didn't until somebody
linked me to an article about the furore in an unrelated place, and then another one after that, I
then had a look, and discovered that there in my cup of tea, was a
raging storm of obvious. I was more surprised that nobody at Radio
one was taking massive bribes to play such dreary, antiseptic drones
all day). I realised that my long standing hatred of playlists could
do with being written about. Interestingly (or not, depending on your
viewpoint) I was going to write about the radio making me hate bands
very quickly after really liking them anyway.
Here's a little background, I spend a
disproportionately large amount of time listening to the radio.
Really, all day from 8:30am until 5pm, sat at work, I have the radio
on. Have done for a very large proportion of my adult life, as it is
the only way to get through the painfully dull working day. And the
thing I have noticed most is that the playlisted songs (those that
are played on every single one of the daytime shows) go very quickly
from being my very favourites, to being utterly hated. Familiarity
really does breed contempt in many cases.
Normal people, who listen to the radio
in the car in the mornings and evenings on their way to work, will
tell me how much they are enjoying a new playlisted record. Because
they hear it at most, twice a day, and generally, not even that much.
I hear these damn things at least four times a day, five days a week,
and if they stay on the playlist, then this can go on for months. The
most recent casualty being the new Royal Blood single, which is sad,
as I really liked them. And now I don't.
This can all go back to the summer of
1993, when two bands became utterly hated due to over exposure. Those
bands were the Levellers and Rage against the machine, both of whom I
really liked at the beginning of the year, when I first heard them.
By the end of the summer, where every party I had been to, and every
place I had been hanging out as one can only do when you're 16, had
been endlessly playing those two albums, I hated them. With a
passion. Twenty years later I can happily listen to them again,
without flinching. The same thing happened with Nirvana, Guns and
Roses, and any other band that were overly popular at any point. I am
often accused of musical snobbery for my dislike of the current
trends, and there may be a grain of truth in that, but it's more
often than not that I get bored of hearing the same thing over and
over again really quickly.
When I got a proper job, we had Radio
one on in the factory all day long, and to begin with, I was being
happily brainwashed into buying albums by the bands they endlessly
played. I even bought the Ocean Colour Scene album on the back of
“The Day We Caught The Train”. I bought a lot of god-awful
brit-pop, and I can only claim that I was 18, and therefore stupid,
and without taste. Shortly afterwards, however, the self-same
endless radio play led me to sell most of these albums, as I was sick
of them. Especially Ocean bloody Colour Scene, and their utterly
insipid tedious dirges. There's probably a chance that if I'd only
heard these tracks a couple of times a day, I'd have been joining in
with all the recent brit-pop nostalgia, hell, I might even enjoy the
music of Blur and Oasis, but that's stretching things a bit.
I was brought up to speed on how
important technology is now by a seventeen year old of my
acquaintance (no names, privacy is respected here still) who when
told that somebody's parents didn't have any internet access, said
“But how do they listen to music?” Which obviously got a few
laughs, and was then changed to “But how do they discover new
music?” which made me think a bit more. Now obviously, these are
people in their 60s, and as we know, people of that age don't want to
discover new music thank you very much. Not all of them, but a fair
proportion I suspect, if my own parents are anything to go by. But if
you are so inclined, there is now an absolute avalanche of new music
available in just a click. I think if that had been around when I was
a kid, I would have never got anything useful done, just sat around
listening to new tunes. Not necessarily a bad thing. I was surprised
that the afore-mentioned seventeen year old couldn't think of any
alternative though, stuff does change quickly these days.
The only place to hear really
interesting, new and exciting music when I was a kid, was John Peel
in the evenings. Now, I suspect, Zane Lowe is filling that void
(don't shoot me, I know he'll never be Peel, but he does play some
good tunes at times). When we were young, you either heard it on
Peel, or you had a mate who somehow had all kinds of weird,
interesting records that they would tape off for you. I had quite a
lot of mates like that, and I thank each and every one of them for
the many strange and exciting records they got me into. I also spent
a huge amount of time sitting in a local second hand record shop,
listening to the stock with the friendly owner, and went through a
phase of buying records based on whatever had the most interesting
cover, and was super cheap. That really was the only way to get into
different music back then kids, you could read the music press, but
unless there was a tape or a flexi disc free with it, you had to
imagine what they sounded like, and when you finally got to hear them
(after saving up your pennies, and picking one of the many albums you
wanted to buy, and buying it, major investments back then) you would
be disappointed (except for the Dogs D'Amour, they sounded as
awesomely cool as they looked).
Now, a few years ago, I invested in a
DAB for work, as the years of Radio 2 (no Steve Wright, it is not ok
to talk over the guitar solo at the end of Rainbow's Since You Been
Gone, and you need to tell the audience what the record they just
heard was called, and who it was, I hate you with a passion you can
only dream of) and Radio 1 had left me hollowed out and hating all
new music. I now had 6music, which was like a whole day of John Peel,
briefly. And then I noticed the playlisting was taking over, and for
the most part, every daytime show was playing the same songs over and
over again at me, and it made me sad again.
It is the best of a bad bunch though,
and you can easily tell the records that the DJ has picked
themselves. Because Lamacq will never ever stop playing bland mid-90s
indie music whenever he gets the chance, Laverne cannot resist
Riot-Grrrrl, and Keaveny still has a Who obsession that cannot be
quelled. It is a little like my first discovery of Radio 2, around
the turn of the millennium, they played the Who, they played
Zeppelin, and not the bland insufferable white noise that was being
called new music, and being blasted across radio 1 at the time. But
that got old, as Radio 2 are still playing the same songs now that
they pulled me in with back then.
Why must those of us who listen all
day be force fed the same thing over and over again? Why are evening
listeners so special that they get the interesting stuff? I've been
listening all day, I don't want to listen all evening as well, I want
the good stuff in the daytime. And yes, I know, iPlayer, but I like
the real time aspect of radio, we are all listening together, and the
DJ is talking to me, and we are all in the same gang. I can
tweet/text/email the DJ, and he/she might read out what I have said,
and maybe reply. I like all that. I want more music that they have
picked especially for me, and not stuff that they have been told to
play because some crazy statistician has said that is what the target
demographic would enjoy. I know I could make my own playlists, and
listen to music I want, and have listened to before, and I could use
the spotify algorithms for music I might enjoy, based on music I have
already heard. But I pay my license fee so somebody else can do that
for me. Make the daytimes like the evening and weekend shows 6music,
we listen because we like new interesting stuff, if we wanted the
same playlisted shite over and over again, we would still be
listening to Radio 1.
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