It used to be that a few days before I left for an overseas
trip I would make a couple tapes of my favourite radio station to keep me
company when I was far away from wherever it was I called home. What I wanted to capture on the tapes was not
so much the music but the commentary from the DJs, the ads and the call signs
that regularly broke into the program.
In a strange town or in a cramped damp hotel room the tapes connected me
with ‘home’ in a way nothing else could.
Now we have internet radio and can get any radio station in
any corner of the world as long as there is a hotspot or broadband jack. The
need to make home radio tapes suddenly ceased to exist. This is sad.
I’ve only ‘worked’ in radio for a very short time, a time that was in no
way very mysterious or magical. I was for
a few weeks a news reader for the local University radio station. So I am not one to wax lyrical on the ‘golden
days’ of the wireless ala Garrison Keillor. But even a hack like myself can get that
magic does indeed lie between the squeals and snaps that come out of the little
box.
Growing up in India in a time where TV was not yet a
cultural phenomenon, radio was the main way to hear music. My memory is packed with shards of sound--
shrill and irritating, weird and bizarre, solemn and joyous—and echoes of
voices that I only later identified as Kishore,
Rafi, Hemant Kumar and Asha. There are more than a few advertisements
tucked away in there too, like this one for a chocolate powder that one mixed
in milk at breakfast time.
Brought up
right/Bournvita bright!
Or
Vicco Vajradanti Vicco
Vajradanti/Tooth powder tooth paste!
It was with great surprise that several years ago I stumbled
upon tonight’s selection, at the Sublime Frequencies website. A double disc collection of radio programs
from across north India on which every sort of music India has ever produced
can be heard. Film songs, classical ragas, Sunil Ganguly’s swinging guitar hits, English-language pop songs,
interviews with startled British tourists, bhajans,
snippets of comedy, advertisements, keening shenais,
doleful sitars, local talent shows,
disco and the ruminations of DJs on local and personal matters. All in all, a wonderfully glorious extended
soundbite of the sounds of India.
Indeed, the title of the album, The
Eternal Dream of Sound, is just perfect.
If you have ever travelled by train across the vast plains
of India you’ll recognize these sounds. They were the ones that you could hear
down at the end of the compartment where a group of fellow travellers surfed
the dial for a station that didn’t fade away.
If you have ever walked through a bazaar in the afternoon these are the
sounds you’ll hear coming from each chai shop along the way.
Thank yous must go out to the boys at SF for thinking of
putting these sounds together!
Track Listing:
1-01 Radio
Delhi #1
1-02 Radio Delhi #2
1-03 Radio Varanasi
1-04 Radio Transit
1-05 Radio Jaipur
1-06 Radio Hill Station
1-07 Radio Calcutta #1
1-08 Radio Bihar
1-09 Radio Lowlands
2-01 Radio Calcutta #2
2-02 Deep Disco Drama Diva
2-03 Glass Music
2-04 Hyderabad Fidelity
2-05 Lucknow Explosion Very Impressed With Calcutta
2-06 Spirit Of Puja In
Bengal Dj No Home
2-07 Trolling The Crossroads Of
Bliss
2-08 Silent Or Noisy World
2-09 India's Sound Museum Of
Oddities
2-10 Eternal Finale