/ 7 February 1997

Rainbow radio

Glynis O’Hara INYOUREAR

EVER sensitive to trends, especially constitutional ones, a few days of hor= izo

ntality were spent listening to SAfm (104 to 107 FM), employing verticality= on

ly under duress. And one was faced with some serious questions.

Such as: Does Vuyo Mbuli really, really like the music he plays? Where did = Aly

ce Chavunduka get her fondness for Crosby, Stills and Nash? Why is a magazi= ne=20

programme called Woman Today? Does it matter? Is this the only English broa= dca

ster doing drama? Why are there so many awful British accents around? (That= on

e does matter.)

Once the stronghold of Auntie Beeb (BBC) values in Africa, there are now Af= ric

an voices and African interest programmes in the best local twangs, along w= ith

the oddest, old-style hangovers from the past. It’s a fascinating station,=

wi

th a wide range of programming – minus the over-excited, hyperactive tones= of

certain other broadcasters.

Listening to SAfm is actually a bit like dealing simultaneously with a rebe= lli

ous punk teenager and his middle-aged father. It ranges from the occasional= ve

ry trendy, young stuff – like Michelle Constant’s adventure programme Bush= (W

ednesday 8:30pm), to the frankly fortyish with market updates, religious pr= ogr

ammes and loads of classical music. It does not, however, go as young as it= us

ed to. Gon e is the toddler’s 4pm appointment with Noddy, relegated to the merely visu= al=20

confines of television.

The SABC’s national English language station is still, despite loads of cri= tic

ism, often a safe port in an overwhelming sea of noise.

Its morning news programme AM Live is ably presented by Sally Burdett and J= ohn

Maytham (yes, the actor), both of them strong interviewers. Woman Today, T=

ota

l Exposure and Lifestyles in the middle of the day all offer good stories a= nd=20

entertaining, thought-provoking material.=20

Rodney Trudgeon can be relied on to soothe your soul at 2pm with classical = mus

ic, but late afternoon’s PM Live could do with a touch more energy.

The down-side comes from some of the material chosen for dramatisation. Wed= nes

day night’s play presentation, for example, a double bill of Mickey Mookey = by=20

Steve Walker and Diary For Jennifer Anne by Isabella Wilke, went from the a= wfu

l to the riveting.

The first play used a grating ”quack-quack” sound effect whenever Mickey Mo= oke

y’s name was mentioned, coming over like a cross between Donald Duck and th= e w orst of Edgar Allen Poe. Interesting, too, how regional British accents (an= d t here are far too many of them in drama on this station) jar on the ear. Let= ‘s=20

hear it for African voices.

The second piece, A Diary for Jennifer Anne, an Artes award-winner, was pro= voc

ative, disturbing and beautifully read in the rich, earthy African/Afrikaan= s t ones of Elize Cawood. Directed by Hilary Keogh, it entered into the mind of= a=20

child-abusing mother. It was tough, muscular stuff, just the sort of thing = the

station needs.

Saturday morning offers one of the delights of the week in Bruce Millar’s T= he=20

Big, Big Brunch at 10am, with comedy, music, interviews and features around= th

e entertainment world. Graham Norton’s irreverent report from London is a t= rul

y funny highlight.

Other Saturday programmes worth looking our for are Caleb Thondhlana’s Afri= can

Moods (noon), Richard Haslop’s Roots To Fruit (1pm) and Rafe Lavine’s Tota=

lly

Live: And Definitely Not Unplugged at 8:30pm. For all the sports fans, the=

re’

s wall-to-wall sport from 3pm to 7pm.

On Sundays at noon there’s the up-beat Lunch with Africa, usually presented= by

Thondhlana, and The Editors, an informative, brisk and thoughtful look at =

the

week’s top stories by correspondents and editors, with Nigel Murphy.=20

Indeed, studying the schedule, it seems there’s a goldmine to discover. Who= kn

ows? One could even turn the TV off, put down that detective novel and retu= rn=20

to the habits of childhood, when the whole family gathered around the radio= , s hut up for a while and let their imaginations invent the pictures …