A dozen francophone friends came round last night to hear my programme on Barbara and the effect was unexpected.
We sat, whiskey tumblers and champagne glasses in hand, and gave the speakers our full attention for 45 minutes. It felt like being transported back to the 1930s of our parents and grandparents when radio was the sole domestic source of news and entertainment.
Our younger friends, who had never truly listened to radio before, were unaware of its hypnotic power to evoke a world in sound, without pictures. I quoted them Marshall McLuhan to the effect that what you heard on radio, a ‘hot’ medium, endured longer than what you saw on TV, a cold one.
Here’s another listener‘s account.