Arguably the greatest radio programme ever broadcast on the
wireless was ‘Letter from America’.
Every week, the veteran broadcaster and journalist Alistair Cooke would
speak for a quarter of an hour about an aspect of Americana. It had that magical combination that
only radio can provide, the intimacy of a single voice, broadcast to millions
and speaking only to you, with a charismatic and talented speaker saying
something meaningful. Letter from
America was broadcast on the BBC, to a British audience and was, as the name
suggests, about life in the US. It
was on air for as long as I can remember but the episode that means the most to
me, and I guess to many millions of others, was an anecdote about JFK’s rocking
chair.
I heard that broadcast driving along the motorway on a
wintry night, and recall Cooke’s supremely soft voice and the rattle of grit
bouncing from the bonnet of my car as I passed a gritter lorry. It seemed to me, driving through that
darkness on that night that Cooke, speaking about a night-firing exercise by
the US Navy being observed by the then President, was speaking directly to me.
The internet has, for good or ill, revolutionised
communication. Now, anyone who has
the means and the inclination can record their thoughts on any subject and,
within the bounds of anti-extremism legislation and good taste, make it
available to anyone who chooses to read, watch or listen.
This revolution has grown with the bandwidth available to
folk, and the sophistication of the tools at their disposal.
Back in the day when you had to plug your computer into a
telephone socket and dial up the internet, text downloaded a lot more quickly
than images and so the blog, or weblog, became popular. There was a time when to have one’s
diary made public would mean social mortification, but the first internet
privacy shift began when people began recording what they were up to, and in
some case who they were up, for public consumption. Book deals were done as a result, legitimising the blog as
the gateway to a writing career with those who had the talent and saucy content
to interest a wide enough audience.
Youtube has, of course, given us the video blog, essentially
a talking head or heads discussing a subject dear to them and, they hope, to
others. This can range from
arguing about Star Trek, to arguing about Doctor Who, to arguing about the
Marvel Cinematic Universe. Of
course, it could be that there are other sorts of vlogs out there, but I know
what I like and I am buggered if I am going to waste my time getting
professional make-up tips that I am unlikely ever to use.
Want to make believe that you are the handsome and popular
host of a television programme, trusted by millions to come into their homes
every night and give your opinions about cultural matters, or talk about vegan
stuff, then the vlog is the vehicle for you, and you can do it all from your
smartphone.
But it is the podcast that has emerged as the greatest
beneficiary of the internet’s merging with media.
Anyone of a certain age will have had the shared experience
of trying to make their own radio programme, on cassette. This was slightly different to
recording the charts, where the editing process consisted of trying to press
record to minimise any sound of a DJ talking over the track, or your family
bickering in the background.
Rather, you would use a cassette and record and record your own
links. This would be done in a
state of feverish excitement that lasted until the first time you heard your
own voice played back to you.
Surely the technology must be defective, as the tinny whine emanating
from the speakers was the voice of a little kid, not the smooth tones of a
superstar DJ.
If you were wise, you destroyed that tape kid.
Now, we have a whole recording studio on our smartphones,
our voices have broken, and we have something to say.
It’s not a radio broadcast, it’s not a cassette narrowcast,
it’s a podcast.
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