For me at least there was once a time when a Bank Holiday was synonymous with the exciting possibilities afforded by UK-based free radio on shortwave. Whilst some, if not many, ended up being washouts, there were still many memorable daytime and particularly night-time broadcasts that made the 1990's such an interesting time to listen to 3 and 6 MHz.
We should never compare anything (but we do), whilst remembering the words of Don Henley who opined to "don't look back you can never look back" but harking back to a different era both digitally and socially as well as musically is an occupational hazard for those of us who think most aspects of life were once better, or less bad, than they are now.
Did we though consider in real time how good the 1990's were? I suspect not. It is only when measured against pejorative aspects of modern life do we yearn for times past which admittedly had their glaring drawbacks. Nevertheless, the rave scene of 1991-92 that captivated me so was one of those social occurrences whilst much missed, cannot be contemporaneously compared on a like-for-like basis.
I digress. My comparatively carefree days of the 1990's, especially 1991-92, 1994, and 1997 have long since given way to the realities of adult life that transcend eras. I will always have a passing interest in what constitutes today's free radio scene, but the days of almost organising my life around listening to 48 and 76 metres are distantly behind me. Zeal for free radio has been replaced by an at best mild curiosity.
Bank Holidays weekends for the modern age are now analogous with gardening and weekly food shopping, the latter being far preferably to the former, if only for what are the normally diverse play lists heard in most supermarkets, and even Superdrug and Home Bargains.
I therefore wended my way to 'big' Morrison's - along with it seems a sizeable minority of the local population. Hot weather brings them out, it seems. Anyway, a prolonged stay in this once 'big 4' supermarket, recently overtaken by German discounter Aldi, is rarely one for the faint-hearted, but nevertheless bore significant aural fruit:
Sade - Smooth Operator
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