When I was a teenager, with pain in my heart and Cure in my head (!), I would spend most of my time listening to music, pouting. This was before the emergence of the fabulous CD-player (God, that makes me feel old), not to mention the internet, so I would record music onto tapes from the radio. In a sea of sugar-coated and mindblowingly stupid rubbish, on Sunday nights, there was a program on the radio called P4 in P1, a night dedicated to all sorts of people, but mainly the young, a youth program, full of stories and music and helplines and things that was relevant and interesting and often heart-breakingly painful. Kids would pour their hearts out to the best agony aunt ever, the divine Ms Tine Bryld, and the music would make you spin with delight and wonder. Part of this evening would be Det Elektriske Barometer (the electric barometer), a hitlist of sorts, voted for by listeners, along with tasters of new songs, not necessarily the kind played on mainstream radio.
Perhaps this program even saved me from the fickle world of pop?

Anyway, apparently there are now talks about killing off this hitlist, much to my dismay. Who is now going to educate the Danish kids?
- So go on, sign the petition here.
(As seen on CPHBlog)



The Queen and the Bush for dinner at the ambassador's house, preventing me from walking freely in Regent's Park. Wonder if they had Ferrero Rocher. And definitely doing their bit for individual freedom.

And Johnny Depp has been named The Sexiest Man Alive. As if we didn't know.
posted by charlotte at 18:39 - comment