Blackmusic Stories

I blame Jesse James. Though cowboys and westerns held zero interest for me, something about the record 'Jesse James' appealed, much as an Israeli novelty song 'Cinderella Rockefella' the previous year had possessed sufficient charm to become my first ever vinyl single purchase. Now, having heard this reggae tribute to the outlaw played on 'BBC Radio One' or 'Radio Luxembourg', I placed my order at the record counter on the first floor of 'Harveys' department store in Camberley and, within a fortnight, it arrived. There was no song, merely Laurel Aitken shouting 'Jesse James rides again' with gunshot effects over an incessant rhythm. Nevertheless, I had just purchased my first reggae record [Nu Beat NB 045] and I loved it. It was 1969.

I only knew 'Roger Tate' (real name Bob Tomalski) through listening to his programmes on the radio. He was a DJ on 'Radio Invicta', London's first soul music radio station, launched in 1970. Invicta was a pirate radio station. Back then, there were no legal radio stations in the UK other than the BBC.

s͎m͎u͎t͎ i͎m͎a͎g͎i͎n͎e͎s͎ f͎o͎r͎ B͎H͎M͎... f͎o͎r͎ m͎y͎ b͎l͎a͎c͎k͎ f͎o͎l͎k͎s͎ o͎n͎l͎y͎

Pop music had been outlawed by the British government. Twiddle the dial of an AM transistor radio and you would not have found a single UK radio station playing the hits of the day. It was crazy. Contemporary popular music, along with the latest fashions and art, had become Britain's biggest cultural exports. The 'British Invasion' had taken America by storm a few years earlier. Liverpool's Beatles were the most popular pop group in the world. Yet none of this music could be heard on radio in Britain. It was so crazy.

August 1989. There was a momentary lull in the usually frenetic activity at the [former London pirate radio station] 'KISS FM' office, whilst we awaited the next Independent Broadcasting Authority [IBA] announcement that would give specific details of the application procedure for the two new London FM [commercial radio] licences on offer. [KISS FM co-founder] Gordon McNamee turned his attention to other matters, since he understood that there was still no guarantee of KISS FM winning the licence, even on its second attempt.

The final few days before KISS FM's official launch were a blur of frenetic activity and outright panic. It was only at this late date that construction of the three studios was completed by the contractors. Now, at last, they were ready for the engineers from the Independent Broadcasting Authority [IBA] to test and inspect. Much to my relief, their report required only a few minor alterations to the air conditioning system, after which the IBA issued KISS FM with a certificate of technical competence. I affixed it to my office wall, alongside the poster of Betty Boo [I had pinned as my memento of DJ Tim Westwood's 'reason' for reneging last-minute on his scheduled daily daytime show].

I recognised the tune. Not only did I recognise it, I knew all the words and would have happily rapped along with it. But not here. Definitely not here during rush hour on a crowded Underground train. I was seated in the end carriage on the Metropolitan line at Baker Street station, where the service often paused for around ten minutes before heading northbound. A man had just plonked himself down on the seat next to me, put on headphones and started his cassette player. The volume of his music was not excessive but, sat in close proximity to his headset on a stationary train, I was able to recognise the tune.

Just funny asf?

Alongside the revolution in television broadcasting, a similar battle of the airwaves is being waged on the radio. Will this forever wipe away the narrow choices offered by existing stations? Or is it possible to have faith in a revolution being waged from Downing Street? Grant Goddard examines the background to the first franchise application in London and looks at the way ahead for both winners and losers.

Music is the soul's food. Music cleanses, liberates, feeds, helps..Music is the creator of joyful thoughts. Music, the Great Mother. Music is life. (W.I.P)

"If this gets out, we're screwed," my boss told me. Actually, I have paraphrased because at least one expletive was guaranteed in this man's every sentence. He looked very worried. I was baffled. I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. "I don't just mean ME," he added in response to my bafflement that maybe he mistook for insouciance. "I mean YOU too, everyone in this building, this entire business. We are all f......" I will stop there. You can probably guess his favourite expletive.

31 March 1990 was the memorable day when London's first licensed [South London community of interest] black music station, 'Choice 96.9 FM', arrived on-air. Until then, the availability of black music on legal radio had been limited to a handful of specialist music shows, even though about half of the singles sales chart was filled with black music. The decision by then regulator the Independent Broadcasting Authority [IBA] to license a London black music station was part of a huge government 'carrot and stick' campaign to rid the country of pirate radio. On the one hand, new draconian laws had been introduced that made it a criminal offence even to wear a pirate radio tee-shirt or display a pirate radio car sticker. On the other hand, the establishment knew that some kind of olive branch had to be offered to the pirate stations and their large, loyal listenership.

"Would you like to dance?" the girl asked. I was dumbfounded. Nobody had ever asked me to dance. Particularly a girl! "Er, no thanks," I mumbled pathetically. "Oh, go on, please," she chivvied. Anyone else would have been flattered. But me? I was terrified. "Sorry, but I can't dance," I tried to explain. The girl looked disappointed but gave up and walked back to the stage. It might have been the beginning of a beautiful friendship. But I blew it.