Monday, February 16, 2004
WOKE UP THIS MORNING FEELING TOGY
In an exciting development, lowculture has gone deaf. We're very much hoping that this is only a temporary thing, but can't help but worry if this aural calamity is something we have brought upon ourselves.
It all started when Chris Moyles took over the Radio 1 breakfast show. Up to that point, our radio alarm clock had been firmly set somewhere between 97 and 99 FM, as there's nothing quite like a shouty, annoying northern lass to make you want to leap out of bed and slam your radio against the wall first in the morning.
When Moyles took up the reigns, we tried our best to listen. And, to give him his due, he was certainly shouty and annoying enough. But after a week and a half, it was clear he was so unlistenable that we would have to start twisting that dial.
And so it was that we chanced upon a station playing Will Young's Leave Right Now, which is a nice thing to wake up to by anyone's reckoning. It wasn't until the end of the song came, and we found the lowculture ears being gently nibbled by some lilting Irish brogue, that we realised we had tuned into Wake Up With Wogan.
Worse was to come, though. One morning turned into two, then three, then four, then a whole week, then two. As the days passed, we realised that we quite liked liked Katie Melua, enjoyed listening to Norah Jones' duet with Dolly Parton, and got unreasonably excited at the addition of a flop Lulu single from the mid 1990s to the playlist.
It's a slippery slope, and until it happens to you, it's impossible to comprehend just how small a leap it is from buying boxes of Kleenex for mopping up after watching the Hollyoaks omnibus, to buying them because you know you're going to be sobbing like a woman over part two of the Karen Carpenter Story.
So we reckon this temporary deafness might just be a direct result of overexposure to easy listening. After all, the average Dido record contains enough syrup to clog up the workings of a medium-sized train, and we've been pouring gallons of the stuff into our ears every morning for nearly a month now.
Luckily, old Terry is on holiday for a week, so our musical taste will have an opportunity to return to normal in his absence, and our ears will be able to un-glue themselves without further impediment.
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