Eclectic and Eccentric

It started with Christopher Laird’s theme tune..it’s stupidly catchy, I sing it on my way to work, even when I’m listening to something else.  Plus he plays quality tunes, certainly, most of the time anyway.  But then they had Allez Pop! I didn’t even know I liked french 60’s pop…and I did like it, even before I saw the presenter looked quite hot in the photo, it was too late, I was thoroughly enjoying Claude Francois and Jacqueline Taieb, even now I have absolutely no idea who they are, what they look like or what in the world they were singing about, but it was groovy..

Then came along Loves action Friday fix, in all honesty I’m not sure I know what the name means, I do know that I can’t get through each show (first Friday of every month) without smiling, even my girlfriend likes this one, and her entire musical collection consists of the Glee Soundtrack.

The best show though, the one that I find myself looking forward to each month, is Filmic.  I don’t understand it, how can a show that plays scores and songs from films, the one thing that I never understood the point in buying, be worth listening to. (even though I have a few, surely it’s a companion to the film no?).  Well to start with the presenter is so passionate and knowledgeable about film soundtracks that if they bring back Magnus and that big black chair there will be an episode with the name Ley Bricknell on it.  But it’s the music, a 60’s score followed by Daft Punk and their Tron soundtrack followed by the resident John Barry score, and despite the disparity of the music, it works, it sounds great and I love it like a fat kid love cake.  Strangely, I hardly ever watch films now either, so I’ve almost gone completely the other way into listening to the soundtrack rather than watching the film…

the radio nowhere website where you can find out about it and subscribe to the podcast feed is here

there is a link on there to the blog, which contains the playlist for each show.

Happy Mental Health

“It’s Friends for intelligent people” was always my description of Frasier.  last night I finished watching all 11 seasons.  One of my favourite moments came in the last season, Frasiers old flame Nanny G is around and he meets up with her and discovers she is unhappy with her life, because it never changes.
“Can you imagine playing the same character for 20 years?” She asks him, and he does, and I for one am glad he did.

I remember the first time I saw the last episode going away to look up the poem by Tennyson that Frasier quotes at the end:

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.

Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield

And after watching it again, I decided to post the full poem for all to enjoy..

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy’d
Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour’d of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge, like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro’ soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil’d, and wrought, and thought with me
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads – you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Frasier