Sound Memories

I caught the back end of a Radio 4 programme last night, it was something about sounds which instantly take you back to another time. There was a woman saying that the sound of an old push along lawnmower takes her back to memories of her father in the garden when she was a very young child and he was only about 25. I thought – how strange to remember your dad being just 25, my first memories of my dad, he must have been around 40, and that was old in the 1960s.

Anyway, when they played the sound of an old lawnmower, so much nicer than the violent noise of a Flymo, I was back in my childhood garden where I spent plenty of time cutting the grass, I could almost see and feel that big circular dip in the middle where the ground had sunk, presumably a previous gardener had had a round flowerbed there.

By coincidence Chris Evans played the original 1960s Doctor Who music on the radio early this morning. I knew that the music had been re-arranged a few times over the years, but I thought that it was just age which had sort of inured me to that sound. It doesn’t seem nearly so scary now, however when I heard the 1960s version it all came back, if I hadn’t already been under the covers, I would have just about been hiding behind a sofa, my usual position when Doctor Who started! Have a listen, I think the first version is by far the most menacing one. What do you think? I am just old enough to be able to remember all of the Doctors.

Mister Blue Sky by The Electric Light Orchestra

We get woken every morning by our radio alarm clock, there’s no Scotland the Brave for us, a la Lorraine, but the manic tones of Chris Evans, whom I’ve actually got used to and quite like but the other morning he played ELO’s Mister Blue Sky and committed the sin of talking over the end of it!! Honestly, what makes them do it? Hinging’s too good for them – as we say. Anyway, if like me you heard him chuntering on about nothing important whilst the music was faded out and you too were incensed by him, here’s the original 1977 pro mo. It doesn’t quite capture the whole thing I’m sure there’s a bit of a hiccup close to the end and there are a few notes missing, but it cheered me up.

Wasn’t all that hair great?

Chris Evans on Radio 2

Come back Terry – all is forgiven.

I knew that I was really going to miss Terry Wogan in the morning and after having to listen to Chris Evans for a week I have to say that I don’t think I’ll ever get attached to him as a radio presenter.

Yes, he is a big improvement on his mad, bad and dangerous to know days of Radio 1, but for me he is altogether too bright and breezy for the mornings. And the jingles. I always think that if a radio programme has a lot of jingles it is because they are flapping and panicking in the studio and it’s just a way of covering it up. The music selection hasn’t been great either, although the same could often be said of Wogan’s show too. I’m not a big fan of Ralph McTell or Eva Cassidy and they were given far too much air time.

I realise that what I miss most is the TOGs. What are they all getting up to now? Terry really didn’t need to do much, the show wrote itself with the many contributions from the likes of Heidi Vodka and Chuffer Dandridge, whatever became of Stuart from Kirkcaldy, I wonder? They were all so quick witted and funny and just what I needed first thing in the morning.

I suppose I’ll just have to wait and see what the new Terry Wogan programme is going to be like and hope that they all turn up for it. After all I can’t blame Terry for wanting to have a long lie of a morning now that he has reached 70.

I don’t know what I’m going to listen to in the morning now.