There’s usually music around me.
If my iPod isn’t blasting away in my ears, a radio will be tuned in to some music station or other.
I tiptoe around the BBC Radio 2 schedule, trying to avoid The Triple Whammy Of Awfulness that is:
If I can, I’ll listen to Popmaster, because I fancy my chances. I’ve even tried to get through as a contestant four times in the last two weeks.
I will make a huge effort to catch Simon Mayo; he is quite possibly the best example of a professional radio broadcaster, in the UK, today.
If, for reasons of Graham Norton, Steve Wright, or Jo Whiley, I have to leave Radio 2, I’ll take a punt around the Digital spectrum.
I quite like Planet Rock every now and then.
I avoid the ILR offerings like the plague (just a few minutes of Gem106 and I’m ready to poke someone in the eye with a blunt object).
But I’ll dip in to SmooooooooooothEfffffffffffffEmmmm now and then.
Absolute Radio is quite good to experience, now and again, too.
I’ve also tried X (but only tried X for the Chris Moyles Show – which is very good).
But the radio paradox is, no matter what we think of BBC Radio, or its output, or its presenters, the future of British music (and that of future musicians) is in the hands of… BBC Radio.
Because new music and the BBCs playlists, that’s why.
New music is the lifeblood that keeps the heart and soul of our rock, indie, blues, and even folk futures alive.
Without new music we would have no new discoveries.
Without new music we would be in the hands of TV gameshows.
Without new music there would be no breakout listening experiences
OK, I get why we need new music. But why do we need BBC Radio?
Because new music *and* the BBCs playlists, stoopid.
In the month of June 2015, BBC Radio 1 played 4,000 different tracks.
In the same month – June 2015 – Capital Radio played just 400 different tracks.
And none of the 400 tracks were new music.
That’s why we need BBC Radio.
But for God’s sake, BBC, get rid of Jo Whiley.