Sunday, January 27, 2008
Private Passions
It is Sunday and you are all required to listen to me on Radio 3's Private Passions at noon - or any time you like on the internet. As I have said, I shall not be listening so you all have to report back here on what a fantastic programme it was. In case there are any dissenting views, I have acquired a special piece of software from a hacker in Peru. This sets fire to the house of commenters.
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A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
I can't wait. I have told my kids I won't be taking them to the park this week. Instead, I'm tethering them to the tree in the front garden with their favourite toys just out of reach. That should keep them occupied for an hour at least.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations and thank you for a lovely hour.
ReplyDeleteYou capture exactly my feelings about Chopin. It's lonely, in the way that the poetry of Horace is lonely.
Very good reflective stuff which I'll definitely listen to again even though Captain Beefheart was absent. I'm sure you are a better dancer- a Vince Cable of Fleet Street in fact- than you claimed. Michael Berkeley has such a soothing voice.
ReplyDeleteAm listening to it now (it's on Bob). Glad you don't sound like a Southern ponce.
ReplyDeleteThat recording of the Mozart is about 10 times better than the Naxos one i have, i had no idea it could be so dynamic. Of course yours is directed by a German.
The programme was so relaxed and yet also alert. Michael Berkeley must be very good at what he does. I was wondering whether Emmylou Harris would feature but I guess Gram Parsons brought us close. How pleasant to have a whole hour - though to this listener it flew by.
ReplyDeleteVery sound musical choices and an enjoyable hour. Was trying to put my finger on how you sound...surprisingly undefended & not trying to hold to a rigid structure (e.g. "this is who Appleyard is - be awed!"), as if you locate your strength not in crystalline abstraction but in allowing everything a say, however errant or awkward. In a word, you sound human; in a good way.
ReplyDeleteAmazing what gems can emerge from a tiny bedroom when two highly creative, intelligent and free-thinking adults get together; in this case, one hour of great listening pleasure. I didn't experience the 'shuddering sob'; this may have been because my wife regularly interrupted with "He sounds like that politician, you know the one, I can see his face, what's his name...?"
ReplyDeleteThe hour flew by and I was left wanting more. I'll look forward to 'Desert Island Discs'.
A very consoling programme.
ReplyDeleteHave you remembered what the third 'perfect' Dylan song is yet?
If it had been Nige in the chair, I wonder if he would have included some glorious English pastoral, like Vaughan Williams 'Norfolk Rhapsody'?
ReplyDeleteSign on the Window, Brit. And thanks, guys
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the whole thing - music & conversation. Thanks for sharing both.
ReplyDeleteIt was a thoroughly enjoyable hour. Radio at its best.
ReplyDeleteSign on the Window? What a weird choice.
ReplyDeleteI did say 'most perfect', Brit, not 'best'.
ReplyDeleteBut that's a Dylan song that doesn't sound like a Dylan song.
ReplyDeleteWilfully perverse.
Wot no punk?!
ReplyDeleteClassical music grabbed your vitals in your early 40's - say 15 years ago. Quite late but not, as you have discovered, and shared with us, not terminally so.
ReplyDeleteWhat struck me on the short journey from late Mozart to late Bach was how lucky you are to have so much still to unearth
Just to be safe I'd better say I listened to and enjoyed the programme (the only blog coment I ever recieved was from an opinionated person in Peru).
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We should probably both get out more.
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