Friday, 7 March 2014

Time It Is A Precious Thing

Today there is no sun at all. The sky is dead. Very few birds are flying. There is no wind, not a branch flickers, nor a leaf moves. Just silence and the grey day. Yet, despite the sombre mood in the grounds of Sven Radio we are still playing our cool tunes. We are still giving out good vibrations, and still fighting for a new dawn. I and I have always believed from day one of this station, that the future of the World we all live in, lays in clean energy and science. Our objectives are still in promoting organisations who are fighting global warming, protecting the oceans, saving ancient forests, phasing out toxic pollutants, eliminating the threat of genetic engineering, and ending the nuclear age. The welfare of the Earth is all our futures. Humans have energy resources such as solar power, hydroelectricity, bio fuels, wind power, and geothermal energy. It is time to stop burning fossil fuel, and more importantly to stop killing each other over oil! Time is passing so they say, so we had better get it right this time, because there won't be no next time.

Wednesday, 8 January 2014

Sven Radio Meets Breaking Bad

This in effect is a selection from the Sven library of music, mixed with an edited play list from the Breaking Bad series. I must say it's proving to be one of the coolest sounding collections ever put out by us. All we need now is the sun and some beautiful long, twilight evenings. Chill, sit back, and more than anything, put the city and the day behind you. Sweet dreams x

Wednesday, 1 January 2014

All Day It Has Rained

Well the storm blows on and the rain falls incessantly. There's talk of it lasting for months - just the wind, rain, and the warm winter. It's terrible weather - Chinese, water torture.

"All day it has rained, and we on the edge of the moors
 Have sprawled in our bell-tents, moody and dull as boors,
Groundsheets and blankets spread on the muddy ground
And from the first grey awakening we have found
No refuge from the skirmishing fine rain
And the wind that made the canvas heave and flap
And the taut wet guy-ropes ravel out and snap.
All day the rain has glided, wave and mist, and dream,
Drenching the gorse and heather, a gossamer stream
Too light to stir the acorns that suddenly
Snatched from their cups by the wild south-westerly
Pattered against the tent and our upturned, dreaming, faces.
And we stretched out, unbuttoning our braces,
Smoking a Woodbine, darning dirty socks,
Reading the Sunday papers - I saw a fox
And mentioned it in a note I scribbled home;
And we talked of girls and dropping bombs on Rome,
And thought of the quiet dead and the loud celebrities
Exhorting us to slaughter, and the herded refugees;
Yet thought softly, morosely of them, and as indifferently
As of ourselves of those whom we for year have loved, and will again
Tomorrow maybe love; But now it is the rain
Possesses us entirely, the twilight and the rain."

 Alun Lewis 1915 - 1944 Killed on the Araken Front

Tuesday, 29 October 2013


There is something beautifully refreshing about the wind on the coast line. Today it is chilly yet, the sun shines brightly. Later I shall cycle down to the beach to look out over the English Channel.

"Breathe lad, fill your lungs with fresh air, and bring some colour to your cheeks. Get rid of the diesel fumes and the poisons of the City. "

The beach is for dreaming. Dreaming of a better world perhaps that is cleaner, stronger, and free from greed and destruction. Sometimes, I think it would be easier to lose sight of my objectives. To abandon the struggle and join the other money grabbing guttersnipes; but I can't do that. I owe it to my children, and my children's children, to keep struggling and to develop enlightenment that will keep me fighting those that are ruining the world with their Fracking, pollution, fossil fuels, deforestation, and their lies. Man-made global warming is a fact, and you'd better believe it.

This does not mean I will not revise my understanding. I will judge the evidence before me, and from this will come my own perceptions based on scientific facts. I am sick of the charlatans, liars, religious nuts from all persuasions, conspiracy zealots, and climate change deniers. It is time to wake up and face the world around you. We only have one planet, and heaven on this Earth is by far a better option than some imaginary place, which is the product of a bastion of deception. Love, Peace, and good living.

Thursday, 17 October 2013

It Is A Sunny Morning And All Is Well

Already the weekend is approaching and here at Sven Radio our thoughts are turning to the play list. Putting ourselves in the position of constantly playing music, means that we have to regularly update our library. Just recently we have started putting the odd dash of Jazz into our broadcasts. We hope this does not upset our regular listeners too much. But when I say Jazz, it is not of the raucous kind, but is more of the "smooth" variety. Stan Getz, John Coltrane, Wes Montgomery, Billie Holiday, Gerry Mulligan, Chet Baker, Ella Fitzgerald, Art Pepper, Count Basie, Duke Ellington, Harry Connick Jr, I'm sure you get the picture. We are still streaming our live Ambient, New Age, and Chill. We will never stop doing that. So here's wishing you good listening and as always hope that the tunes give you a good, warm feeling, here inside. Kindness and Love. The Sven

The View From Sven Land

Friday, 11 October 2013

In Homage To Poetry And The Written Word

From our understanding of poetry comes so many thoughts. Sven Radio would like to bring to light some of what it considers to be the most interesting and illuminative, on this chilly, autumn morning, here in England. There is no order of preference. All works are taken from our vast library that is at the heart also of our music. Selections are in the main just the odd phrase or verse from the larger work. I will attempt to cover a wide spectrum of thought in the same manner that our music does.

Philip Larkin 1922 - 1985
"Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms
Inside your head, and people in them, acting.
People you know, yet can't quite name."

"A gentleman haranguing on the perfection of our law, and that it was equally open to the poor and the rich, was answered by another, 'So is the London Tavern'."

"A sympathetic Scot summed it all up very neatly in the remark, 'You should make a point of trying every experience once, excepting incest and folk-dancing.'".

"I feel no pain dear mother now
But oh, I am so dry!
O take me to a brewery
And leave me there to die."

Matthew Arnold 1822 - 1888
"Beautiful city! so venerable, so lovely, so unravaged by the fierce intellectual life of our century, so serene! ... whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age ... Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties! [Oxford]

Raymond Chandler 1888 - 1959
"Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean; who is neither tarnished nor afraid."

Henry Vaughan 1622 - 1695
"I saw eternity the other night,
Like a great ring of pure and endless light,
All calm, as it was bright;
And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years,
Driv'n by the spheres
Like a vast shadow mov'd; in which the world
And all her train were hurl'd."

Thomas Paine 1737 - 1809
" It is necessary to the happiness of man that he be mentally faithful to himself. Infidelity does not consist in believing, or in disbelieving, it consists in professing to believe what one does not believe."


Friday, 27 September 2013

A World of Sleepers

The celestial mechanics of the world turning. We go merrily on our orbit around the sun. A sleeping world, locked in beauty. Love conquers all. Love drives back the fear. I am sick of seeing greed, but I will make my heart light. We must join together to remain strong and fight the destruction of the Earth.

Today we play peaceful music. The sentiment you have for your deities will hopefully help you to find tranquillity. Meditate a while ... and learn to relax. Bring the goodness of life into your body. A slow awakening by a gentle stream. The silent mist of morning ...