Sean Paul (possibly "Like Glue" but I can't remember [another Sean Paul song had been on my iPod during the train ride home, and I can't remember which is which or if they were even the same {Sizzla's "Black Woman & Child" was on too (I was randoming through the 'dancehall' genre, all TWENTY FIVE TRACKS, check how urban I am); how beautiful is that song?}])
followed by
Keane ("Everyone's Changing" [is this a 'we fear change' anti-modernism {modernism as in 'the state of what is current and now' rather than the 'literary' (etc.) movement typified as running in the first fifty years of the last century} anthem? are Keane afraid of the 'now' on a spiritual level? It's obviously not a fear manifested on the practical level; just listen to the filtersweeps! WHOOOOSH! "WE ARE NOW!"])
Slipknott (fuck only knows what it was called, but the chorus was about pushing your fingers into your own eyes?! omg wtf?!)
Eamonn (this man needs to be shot - more later)
Kanye West (this was the last tune I heard when I got out of the car; the first tune I heard when I got back into the car just over an hour later was by... Kanye West! Now I quite like Kanye, in a very vague way, but PLEASE GOD RADIO 1 PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT YOU'RE PLAYING FROM ONE MINUTE TO THE NEXT)
This bizarre sequence, while commendable in it's schizophrenic eclecticism (that phrase will please at least some readers - the public gets what the public wants), has lead me to wonder about the state of Dangerous Dave's mental health. Now that Radio 1 is in the process of becoming Radio Zane (specialist shows less specialist a speciality!), is Dangerous Dave losing his mind? Is he ignoring the playlist?
Also, and this is the key question, wtf is Radio 1 actually for? Extend that to the whole of the BBC Radio services, if you like.
Answers in a comment box to this thread...
― Sick Mouthy (Nick Southall), Thursday, 27 May 2004 08:08 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sick Mouthy (Nick Southall), Thursday, 27 May 2004 08:09 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sick Mouthy (Nick Southall), Thursday, 27 May 2004 08:10 (twenty-two years ago)
― Jason J, Thursday, 27 May 2004 08:20 (twenty-two years ago)
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Thursday, 27 May 2004 08:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― mark grout (mark grout), Thursday, 27 May 2004 08:23 (twenty-two years ago)
― mark grout (mark grout), Thursday, 27 May 2004 08:24 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sick Mouthy (Nick Southall), Thursday, 27 May 2004 08:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sick Mouthy (Nick Southall), Thursday, 27 May 2004 08:28 (twenty-two years ago)
― jed_ (jed), Thursday, 27 May 2004 08:30 (twenty-two years ago)
― mark grout (mark grout), Thursday, 27 May 2004 08:31 (twenty-two years ago)
(nb I may be exaggerating this a little)
― Pashmina (Pashmina), Thursday, 27 May 2004 08:34 (twenty-two years ago)
― pete b. (pete b.), Thursday, 27 May 2004 10:36 (twenty-two years ago)
― wtin, Thursday, 27 May 2004 12:20 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevie (stevie), Thursday, 27 May 2004 12:35 (twenty-two years ago)
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Thursday, 27 May 2004 14:02 (twenty-two years ago)
I swear, one week, when Dave wants to know "what are you crazy guys doing this weekend?" I'm going to phone up and tell him I've smothered my aging mother with a bolster because she'd lost the will to live.
Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt Cunt.
― noodle vague (noodle vague), Thursday, 27 May 2004 22:48 (twenty-two years ago)
― deanomgwtf!!!p%3Fmsgid%3D4581997 (deangulberry), Thursday, 27 May 2004 22:50 (twenty-two years ago)
― deanomgwtf!!!p%3Fmsgid%3D4581997 (deangulberry), Thursday, 27 May 2004 22:51 (twenty-two years ago)