The strongest sense of loyalty I ever felt to a radio station was in my early teens: fascinated by pop music, but without the money to buy records, I listened to Radio London day after day. Despite its respectable-sounding name, Radio London had extra appeal because it was ctually a pirate station, operating from a ship in the English Channel and thereby dodging various copyright restrictions about playing "original artists" material non-stop.
Here are two artists that were given air-time on RL for a few months, though they never made it big enough to be played on the (legal) TV channels - in fact I have barely heard their names or their songs since. For me, that fact cranks up the nostalgia more than, say, for a Beatles or Floyd song that you subsequently get familiar with as an adult because they are always turning up somewhere.
Days of Pearly Spencer by David McWilliams
Postcard by Blossom Toes
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"Am I enjoying this moment? I know of it and perhaps that is enough." - Sybille Bedford, 1953
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