Boom Radio
Posted: February 18th, 2021, 12:56 pm
No, don't laugh. I assumed it was all a great big elaborate spoof when I read about it in Robert Shrimsley's column in the FT. I was in for a shock.
It's real, and it's on DAB in major cities or online at https://www.boomradiouk.com/. How quaint of them to have launched it on Valentine's Day, too. All the pirate radio DJs of the sixties, or at least, all the ones who still dare to have their names mentioned in public. A great, toe-curling inclusive empire of boomer newsletters, boomer quizzes and boomer shopping opportunities. (So far, mainly boomer dating, boomer exercise gear, boomer kitchenware, boomer financial advisers. I imagine the stairlift manufacturers are still negotiating their terms.)
Listen, you idiots, the whole point of being born mid-century was that you were born to kick against being pigeonholed, stereotyped, rule-bound, obedient, and easy to second-guess. We didn't storm the Grosvenor Square embassy for this. Nope, like Groucho Marx, the last thing we'd ever want to belong to would be a club that would have us as members.
Oh, and by the way, I don't mean to be picky but Tony Bennett and Shirley Bassey are what our parents would have bought. What's next, Val Doonican? I shall watch this station's progress with a mixture of revulsion and a strange kind of grotesque fascination.
"Fifty Ways to Lose Your Liver" BJ
It's real, and it's on DAB in major cities or online at https://www.boomradiouk.com/. How quaint of them to have launched it on Valentine's Day, too. All the pirate radio DJs of the sixties, or at least, all the ones who still dare to have their names mentioned in public. A great, toe-curling inclusive empire of boomer newsletters, boomer quizzes and boomer shopping opportunities. (So far, mainly boomer dating, boomer exercise gear, boomer kitchenware, boomer financial advisers. I imagine the stairlift manufacturers are still negotiating their terms.)
Listen, you idiots, the whole point of being born mid-century was that you were born to kick against being pigeonholed, stereotyped, rule-bound, obedient, and easy to second-guess. We didn't storm the Grosvenor Square embassy for this. Nope, like Groucho Marx, the last thing we'd ever want to belong to would be a club that would have us as members.
Oh, and by the way, I don't mean to be picky but Tony Bennett and Shirley Bassey are what our parents would have bought. What's next, Val Doonican? I shall watch this station's progress with a mixture of revulsion and a strange kind of grotesque fascination.
"Fifty Ways to Lose Your Liver" BJ