| Tuesday, July 09, 2002 |
 | Radio 3 is an oft-forgotten pleasure, existing as it does at the bottom of the dial beneath "middlebrow but still listened to by people who wish to think themselves smarter than their peers" Radio 4. However, they have managed to come up trumps twice in the last few days.
First, as I sat on a train leaving a Brighton I despearately didn't want to leave, an evening of arts and discussion to celebrate (or more precisely, mark: Radio 3 is too classy to celebrate; I bet their Jubilee coverage was mainly an Edward Bond marathon) the opening of the Baltic gallery in Gateshead, featuring Simon Armitage reading his new work in a deeply "feel the Tour de Force, Luke" way. He has such a good voice.
Second, because, having given up completely on underground travel this morning, I was soothed into work on the 35 bus by the mellow, mellow sound of Rued Langgaard. Ok, maybe not. Fearsomely avant-garde, Langgaard sounds like somebody delivering a new, oak-lined PC. Atom by Atom. With telekinesis. It's a bit hard to explain.
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