To the infinitesimally small, and all the way back
When I was growing up and first starting to get into listening to music, I was encouraged by my parents not to inflict my evolving musical tastes on them. Headphones, then, were the order of the day. And back then, headphones were big. Never would I venture outside wearing a set, and neither did anybody else. But in 1979, if I remember correctly, something wonderful happened. I was first alerted to this certain something on a Friday afternoon listening to the radio. The programme was Radio One’s ‘Round Table’ – a forum for discussion on the week’s latest releases, with informed comment from guests who typically comprised DJs, music industry professionals, and a selection of starlets of the hour (plus, usually, a token blast from the past who was perhaps embarking on yet another revival tour).
