Love on the wireless

It is a little-known fact that I once fancied myself as a radio dj. True – I even hosted an hour-long show on FBi once called ‘Artspace’, a pretentious little program I conceived the idea for. It was meant to be about the latest comedy gigs, art shows, plays and various other happenings around town, but was actually just an excuse to secure free, opening-night tickets to the aforementioned events. Canny, huh?

Way back in high school, I was positively addicted to listening to the morning show with Mikey Robbins and Helen Razer on Triple J. I even set my alarm at 6am so I could listen to the beginning, and surreptitiously carried around a Sony Walkman (remember those?) for the rest of the morning so as not to miss a thing.

Since I’ve been working from home, I haven’t really listened to the radio much as our stereo’s a bit rubbish and doesn’t get a great reception, but I really missed the morning show on FBi and The Hack, my regular listen-ins on the journey to and from work. I was listening to CDs and podcasts instead.

No more! James presented me with this a couple of weeks ago, for no other reason than the fact I’ve been pining for an old-school Roberts Radio for the better part of ten years.

Now I’m addicted to digital ABC Radio National, Classic FM and Koffee (an easy listening channel with no chat) and ABC Jazz (which you have to say with a long drawl… jazzzzzzzzzzzzzz) and my earlier loves, Triple J and Fbi occasionally, when I’m getting ready for the day (but rarely while I’m working).

My, how times have changed.