Sunday, January 08, 2006
This Is Yesterday
It's a strange thing, the internet. Evil, in many ways. The past no longer seems to remain buried the way it used to. The internet isn't like stacks of records that get piled up, hidden away in drawers, eventually decaying to nothingness. Everything's there as fresh as the day it was first created and published. But more than that, it's easier to track down the past than ever before. People, places, objects, everything. Those photos will be there forever. If that old CD you used to listen to is out of stock, you can download it from ITunes. Your favourite cartoon as a kid will have it's own dedicated fanbase. You can find out exactly what happened to that kid from school who was mean to you. Or find out exactly what "the one that got away" escaped to.
I can hear Rob's voice in High Fidelity... "She's in the FUCKING phone book! She should be living on Neptune! She's a myth, a legend! Not somebody in the phone book!" Oh yes, those demons are closer than ever. Just a quick google away.
But no such horrors tonight for me, mercifully. I'm looking back over my brief career as a student media personality, as a presenter on Nottingham University's radio station, URN. The station is still going strong, of course, with a staff of terrifyingly young looking students. Thankfully, there are no traces of my time there on the web proper, but older pages do appear on archive sites. Some of the pics are missing, but most of it's there. Even My 2 Cents, which I now realise, looking back, was my first ever attempt at a blog! It includes a eulogy for the death of Melody Maker. Those were the days. Oh, and lists of records and exaltations about my favourite cartoons. I guess some things never change, eh?
Anyway, back to the radio itself. One thing I certainly miss is the Club Classics show I used to do on a Sunday afternoon, 4-7pm, up against the charts. Loads of great dance records, one after another. No features, no fuss. Simple as that really. People seemed to like it, and I loved doing the show. I remember walking in every Sunday after lunch, usually very hungover, struggling with a bag full of records, forced to walk around the huge Queens Medical Centre as I made my way onto campus, as some git had locked the back door. If you're daft enough to investigate my old URN homepage above, you can find some of the tracklistings. It wasn't the only show I did, but it was the one that was all mine, mine, mine! My own little baby that I was allowed to get along with. Something that will never happen again (probably for the best really!)
Anyway, that's the second nostalgia trip today. Sundays do that to a person, especially when you've had a quiet weekend (enforced by the twin forces of my liver and bank statement. Judas's!) Hope you had a good one too. Back to work tomorrow morning. And there's a tube strike. Woo! *Grabs tube strike flag* Yay go team! Looks like I'll be walking in if the Victoria line is deaded. Maybe I'll see Graham Coxon again, like last time I had to walk in, via Camden. He looked confused. It was 6 months ago, yesterday, so he had a right to be.
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