Music poured out of my radio from early evening until late at night and it heralded a more vivid reality than Latin prep or the writing up of chemistry experiments, for this wasn't just music; it wasn't only the lure of sex and drugs with a rock'n'roll soundtrack; it wasn't even illegal (yet) but it felt illicit!
It's hard to imagine in this deregulated age, but back in 1964/1965 the BBC had a virtual monopoly of our very British airwaves with three (count them) radio channels and a stranglehold, in conjunction with two or three major record labels, on the sort of music that got played - not much of which was the sort of music I wanted to hear. Enter the pirate radio stations. Yes! Anchored outside of British territorial waters (three to five miles offshore), firstly Radio Caroline and then Radio London and Radio North Sea International began beaming non-stop switched-on pop and rock programmes to the UK mainland: the Beatles, the Stones, Kinks, Who, Hendrix, Lovin' Spoonful, Byrds, Moody Blues, Dylan, Doors. The boats were handily registered in Panama or Lichtenstein; the advertising (which funded the ventures) was brokered through foreign agencies. The government was disgruntled. The listeners were ecstatic and unfettered.
For those of you who've seen the movie The Boat That Rocked, Richard Curtiss' affectionate tribute to the golden age of pirate radio, the film, while being a bit of a simplistic caricature, does manage to convey that sense of us against them that the existence of the pirates engendered. Radio Caroline, London and their ilk were truly making waves and not just at 199 or 208 metres on the medium wave band. They were challenging the establishment, providing an alternative and making huge cultural waves - you couldn't have found the likes of Emperor Rosko's show or John Peel's Perfumed Garden anywhere else on the airwaves in the mid-sixties.
Of course, the government eventually devised the Marine Broadcasting Offences Act which did make the pirate stations illegal and closed them down in early 1967 but the dam had been breached and it was only a matter of time before British airwaves were opened up to a host of local and commercial radio stations. In the words of Ronan O'Rahilly (the entrepreneur behind Radio Caroline): "It definitely changed the whole radio thing in Britain, and that was a healthy thing. It was all about feelings, about expression, about lots of young people being able to 'kick out the jams' and that turned on all kinds of things. The Sixties were fantastic and they did a lot - not just for Britain, they did a lot for all around the world and a lot of people were involved in that. Everything came together at the right time. It was an extraordinary moment in musical history for Britain. I did it as a way of getting exposure for unknown bands, and that's what it was about."
Years later on, my archeology friends at university set up Radio Carbon Dating, broadcasting as Kid Bedrock and DJ Half Life, raiding my LP collection to fuel their transmissions to an unreceptive world... but that's another story for a different day.
My ruminations on pirate radio stations will surely result in a poem at some stage, so stay tuned. Thanks for reading. Have a good week - and don't touch that dial! S ;-) Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook
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