the nights where I go to sleep listening to some SNMR of a fireplace, the sound of falling rain, the sound of waves caressing the shore, winds of a wintry blizzard... and the evenings tuning in to the radio... not being burdened with my jouvenille taste in personal choice of music... how soothing to not be the curator of my own downfall, claustrophobic... a release in the outstretched consolation of time, not being my own d.j., which only truly works in the realm of classical and jazz music... and nowhere else as via BBC radio 3.
Ah! The world is a fine, fine place... with BBC radio 3 and 4 in the background... why did I think succumbing to the corporatism of classic.fm would amount to much: of note people who only care about classical music if governed by visual aids of cinema... yes, the world is a fine place: reminiscent of my maternal great grandfather hacking rhe airwaves trying to play cards, eat peanuts and sugar cubes like a cackling horse brightening the dull grey of those 20th century days without knowledge of what coffee beans were for dumbing sackloads into the river tuning into: hello Europe, London speaking... just like now... uninterrupted by adverts with dental practioners and war mongering charities... the world is o.k. with BBC radio 3 and 4... Westminster Hour on radio 4 come 10pm... then switching to radio 3 for some classical and jazz and Icelandic cello duets and some New York hum hummy itchy ooh ooh of those generic haughty female vocals with a metropolitan "unique" lisp... in the future, which is also now... there won't be a need for a t.v. and a license of ownership... a book a candle and a radio.