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Brightness in the Beyond
After more than three decades away from the URY airwaves, former head of classical Peter Aylmer returns to tell how he discovered at York the music of Olivier Messiaen, 20th-century composer and mentor to the avant-garde. No prior musical knowledge needed, just an ear for new sounds.
Sitting in a Room
Expect to hear new, challenging and beautiful songs/non-songs. A wide range of styles, including non-mainstream areas of electronica, rock, pop, avant-garde, sound poetry, jazz, world, drone, noise and anything in between.
The Coffee Shop Macchiato
Designed with comfort in mind; the Coffee Shop Macchiato uses special techniques to transform the air around you into a beautiful sound-garden of relaxing chillout music. Whilst being enveloped, all you will be required to do is sit back, close your eyes and lit the music paint a sunny meadow of colours in your mind.
'Creditors' by August Strindberg
The last production of the URY Festival of Drama from the national award winning drama team at University Radio York. Anxiously awaiting the return of his new wife, Adolph finds solace in the words of a stranger. But comfort soon turns to destruction as old wounds are opened, insecurities are laid bare and former debts are settled. Regarded as Strindberg's most mature work, "Creditors" is a darkly comic tale of obsession, honour and revenge. David Greig's version premiered at the Donmar Warehouse, London, in September 2008 and now comes to URY with an incredible student cast directed by Lewis Gray. The production, starring Georgia Bird, Ryan Lane and Dan Wood will be in the third week of the URY Festival of Radio Drama!
Nightwarblings

A look at the history of alternative music from the beginnings of avant-garde classical through to modern post-rock and other genres, presented by The Nightwarbler.


50th Garden Party

With 50th birthday celebrations underway, we are joined by alumni from the years of URY past to round of our weekend of celebration with a garden party OB.


Dougsoc Presents: 42

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Milky Way galaxy, lies a small, unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-million miles is an utterly insignificant blue-green planet whose inhabitants include a student radio station, and a Douglas Adams Society in the same place.

On the 42nd anniversary of the orginal broadcast of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Dougsoc and URY collide in an infinitely improbable fusion of geekery and humour.


Alumni Shows: Top 400 Albums of All Time

In 2013 the NME published it's Top 400 albums of all time, Stewart Dennis takes a delve into the greatest records ever made and counts them down. Tonight it is teh final 40 and the Greatest album ever made is revealed. Will it be The Fall?


Atmos

Back in the early 2000s, DAB services were struggling to launch across the UK. Spare capacity on the Muxes had to be filled with something... So... It was filled with the best radio station ever to be broadcast in the UK. With a cultlike following, "Birdsong", the looped recording of birds singing gaily was recorded in the garden of then Digital One chairman Quentin Howard. It achieved a cult following from people who found it much more interesting to listen to than Jazz FM.

 

I can't play you that recording... Because I don't own the copyright and can't be bothered to email someone to get it. What I can do, is every Wednesday morning for 2 hours, set up my microphones in a wood, park or centre of town and well... Send you live audio of... That... You could just open a window... But get real here... You're not going to do that are you....

 

Birb....


Hey, You, You're Finally Awake.

You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there. Lokir: Darn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me -- we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants. Ralof: We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief. Imperial Soldier: Shut up back there! [Lokir looks at the gagged man.] Lokir: And what's wrong with him? Ralof: Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King. Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us? Ralof: I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits. Lokir: No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening. Ralof: Hey, what village are you from, horse thief? Lokir: Why do you care? Ralof: A Nord's last thoughts should be of home. Lokir: Rorikstead. I'm...I'm from Rorikstead. [They approach the village of Helgen. A soldier calls out to the lead wagon.] Imperial Soldier: General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting! General Tullius: Good. Let's get this over with. Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me. Ralof: Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this. This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny...when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe. [A man and son watch the prisoners pull into town.] Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going? Torolf: You need to go inside, little cub. Haming: Why? I want to watch the soldiers. Torolf: Inside the house. Now. [The wagon stops near the chopping block.] Imperial Soldier: Whoa. Lokir: Why are they stopping? Ralof: Why do you think? End of the line. also a banging breakfast show.