A taxpayer-funded free
radio station is being
mothballed, replaced by
a curation-free playlist
in favour of a youth station to cater
to the crowd that forms their own elite
music tastes – and usually nowhere
near a radio station.
The thing with diversity is
we are all in favour of it – without
doing anything much about it. We only
really hate it when it takes our jobs
or removes our platforms.
Helen Clark reminded right-wingers that
she’s still (kinda) the left-wing thought
leader (if not the real Prime Minister).
In the UK where almost everything else
is a giant fucking mess, studies show that
classical music is on the rise with millennials.
But this is life in New Zealand. And BBQ reggae
has mutated. Pastel indie with guitars or what
passes for soul and funk – these are the new things.
They neither reflect our culture nor speak to any
real tradition. There are whims that get followed,
they’re shallow and fluid. They pass. And many
pass on them well before they are gone.
As usual someone old and out of touch
will decide what the kids really want; will
invest in a dead-duck, hold their breath and
swim underneath, parading it around in the
hope we’ll all throw it some bread.