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Oh, I forgot though, nobody complained about Blue Jam.
Why is that?
Chris Morris had (and will again in 2 months) a late night radio show on Radio 1 called Blue Jam.
This was an ambient music show, broadcast at 1-2am with absolutely no fanfare or publicity by either himself or Radio 1.
They recieved one complaint over 2 years from someone because of a sketch.
One complaint from 30 shows.
Why? Because it's on late at night on radio? Nobody listens at that time of the day, and tabloid hacks certainly don't pay attention to something that requires thought.
Blue jam was a music show with sketches running through and behind the music.
Morris explored the medium of music, as he does with television, and edited speeches together, played stuff backwards, altered speeds and distorted tones for whatever effect he wanted to achieve.
Not to shock, but to explore what the possibilities are within set mediums.
The music was soothing ambient, reggae, dub, trip-hop..lulling stuff with Morris whispering and monotoning dialogue over the top.
Surreal, disturbing at time but always, always cutting edge and innovative.
Restricted to radio meant you paid attention to the language used, which is where Morris excels. He creates words that do not exist, yet make perfect sense in the context of the piece.
Bizarre, twisted words and phrases that you instantly understand even though they do not exist outside of the world Morris creates through sound and emotion.
An adult, intelligent and very, very dark programme.
It was pulled off air by a nervous Radio 1 exec, not because of complaints, but because he was scared there might be some.
Okaaay, not the most understandable of reasons, but Morris is returning soon to Radio 1.
They won't announce it, the tabloids won't print anything about it and you will have forgotten by then.
As it should be.
Below are the intro monologues played over the 1st 5 episodes. Words that make no sense but fit in, phrases put together to create a feeling of unease and alertness.
They are spoken in a low, soothing voice, sometimes with "paranoid Android" computer type voice playing behind, mirroring what Morris is saying.
Enjoy.
I do:
When you naked so shiver in the drizzle
Look at clothes by your feet and think
“Oh yes warm”
Then eat them by mistake
When you dream be dream
But only of a gloomy log toast
When you park so wrong
E headlights smash bumper breaky shuttle
Bang bang bang like ucking pinball
And when your west no longer be west of your east
But above it and mock you like bad candle jack
Ho har you dim muddlebum
And your north south be altogether gone or loony
Then oo welcome
Ah oomagum welcome
In Blue Jam
When you sick so sad you cry
And in crying cry a whole leopard from your eye
Sad mammal
If you angry so mad your tongue burst
And mouth juice run gall bladder bitter
When you sick so sad
You place your face in the puddle of a layby
Waiting for lorry to splash it
And when you are inside the infant misery jumper
Pulling it over and over your head
With no hope of it ending
Cos it replicating at the waistband and you never get out
Then ee welcome
Oh then ee ooth welcome
In Blue Jam
When e heads fall tails a thousand times
So call heads tails both
But coin lands then on third side
The inside
When you fly so wingish speed
Then twack ee path be glass
And broke beak slum um ground all quiver pigeon
While rattles rub hands in the shadow
And when ee sing so full with bursting soul
Ee heart fly out of mouth
And then bash e bit by all with ears
Who cry shut shut shut it up
Oo cakamuffin
Then um
Oovoof welcome
In Blue Jam
When e tongue but slipslap daft round simple speak
And people stare and mock
While you go judgeatree
When monkey cease to sing
Though you calm slot in head
And slip in so much coins
That brainy gloop did ooze there from
Ah I see
Yes
When e magma so rage in stomach
Yet only feeble birds fly out of gob
And when e gloom so flicky switch
To find oo bulb be bulb
That only suck the light from e
Oh bloody hell
Then e welcome
Oi voovak welcome
In Blue Jam
When you fruit sack be bootsack
Vam kick sharp in gob
While you wish Satsuma
When oo hands be warm
But only due outraging infect of the blood
And the skin and the nail and the bone
And the tissue
Bacteree bactim oo la la rouge
Well so look at you screaming and shouting
Like an angry turnip
You funned up ridiculum
Most fool unto yourseffen and I have no sympathy
Oob turnip
And when all your remaining joy
Hides un-noticed in one shrivelled cell
At the bog bottom of the very bumtube of incestjoffy
Then welcome
Uvudge welcome
In Blue Jam
Why is that?
Chris Morris had (and will again in 2 months) a late night radio show on Radio 1 called Blue Jam.
This was an ambient music show, broadcast at 1-2am with absolutely no fanfare or publicity by either himself or Radio 1.
They recieved one complaint over 2 years from someone because of a sketch.
One complaint from 30 shows.
Why? Because it's on late at night on radio? Nobody listens at that time of the day, and tabloid hacks certainly don't pay attention to something that requires thought.
Blue jam was a music show with sketches running through and behind the music.
Morris explored the medium of music, as he does with television, and edited speeches together, played stuff backwards, altered speeds and distorted tones for whatever effect he wanted to achieve.
Not to shock, but to explore what the possibilities are within set mediums.
The music was soothing ambient, reggae, dub, trip-hop..lulling stuff with Morris whispering and monotoning dialogue over the top.
Surreal, disturbing at time but always, always cutting edge and innovative.
Restricted to radio meant you paid attention to the language used, which is where Morris excels. He creates words that do not exist, yet make perfect sense in the context of the piece.
Bizarre, twisted words and phrases that you instantly understand even though they do not exist outside of the world Morris creates through sound and emotion.
An adult, intelligent and very, very dark programme.
It was pulled off air by a nervous Radio 1 exec, not because of complaints, but because he was scared there might be some.
Okaaay, not the most understandable of reasons, but Morris is returning soon to Radio 1.
They won't announce it, the tabloids won't print anything about it and you will have forgotten by then.
As it should be.
Below are the intro monologues played over the 1st 5 episodes. Words that make no sense but fit in, phrases put together to create a feeling of unease and alertness.
They are spoken in a low, soothing voice, sometimes with "paranoid Android" computer type voice playing behind, mirroring what Morris is saying.
Enjoy.
I do:
When you naked so shiver in the drizzle
Look at clothes by your feet and think
“Oh yes warm”
Then eat them by mistake
When you dream be dream
But only of a gloomy log toast
When you park so wrong
E headlights smash bumper breaky shuttle
Bang bang bang like ucking pinball
And when your west no longer be west of your east
But above it and mock you like bad candle jack
Ho har you dim muddlebum
And your north south be altogether gone or loony
Then oo welcome
Ah oomagum welcome
In Blue Jam
When you sick so sad you cry
And in crying cry a whole leopard from your eye
Sad mammal
If you angry so mad your tongue burst
And mouth juice run gall bladder bitter
When you sick so sad
You place your face in the puddle of a layby
Waiting for lorry to splash it
And when you are inside the infant misery jumper
Pulling it over and over your head
With no hope of it ending
Cos it replicating at the waistband and you never get out
Then ee welcome
Oh then ee ooth welcome
In Blue Jam
When e heads fall tails a thousand times
So call heads tails both
But coin lands then on third side
The inside
When you fly so wingish speed
Then twack ee path be glass
And broke beak slum um ground all quiver pigeon
While rattles rub hands in the shadow
And when ee sing so full with bursting soul
Ee heart fly out of mouth
And then bash e bit by all with ears
Who cry shut shut shut it up
Oo cakamuffin
Then um
Oovoof welcome
In Blue Jam
When e tongue but slipslap daft round simple speak
And people stare and mock
While you go judgeatree
When monkey cease to sing
Though you calm slot in head
And slip in so much coins
That brainy gloop did ooze there from
Ah I see
Yes
When e magma so rage in stomach
Yet only feeble birds fly out of gob
And when e gloom so flicky switch
To find oo bulb be bulb
That only suck the light from e
Oh bloody hell
Then e welcome
Oi voovak welcome
In Blue Jam
When you fruit sack be bootsack
Vam kick sharp in gob
While you wish Satsuma
When oo hands be warm
But only due outraging infect of the blood
And the skin and the nail and the bone
And the tissue
Bacteree bactim oo la la rouge
Well so look at you screaming and shouting
Like an angry turnip
You funned up ridiculum
Most fool unto yourseffen and I have no sympathy
Oob turnip
And when all your remaining joy
Hides un-noticed in one shrivelled cell
At the bog bottom of the very bumtube of incestjoffy
Then welcome
Uvudge welcome
In Blue Jam
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Oh, I forgot though, nobody complained about Blue Jam.
Why is that?
Chris Morris had (and will again in 2 months) a late night radio show on Radio 1 called Blue Jam.
This was an ambient music show, broadcast at 1-2am with absolutely no fanfare or publicity by either himself or Radio 1.
They recieved one complaint over 2 years from someone because of a sketch.
One complaint from 30 shows.
Why? Because it's on late at night on radio? Nobody listens at that time of the day, and tabloid hacks certainly don't pay attention to something that requires thought.
Blue jam was a music show with sketches running through and behind the music.
Morris explored the medium of music, as he does with television, and edited speeches together, played stuff backwards, altered speeds and distorted tones for whatever effect he wanted to achieve.
Not to shock, but to explore what the possibilities are within set mediums.
The music was soothing ambient, reggae, dub, trip-hop..lulling stuff with Morris whispering and monotoning dialogue over the top.
Surreal, disturbing at time but always, always cutting edge and innovative.
Restricted to radio meant you paid attention to the language used, which is where Morris excels. He creates words that do not exist, yet make perfect sense in the context of the piece.
Bizarre, twisted words and phrases that you instantly understand even though they do not exist outside of the world Morris creates through sound and emotion.
An adult, intelligent and very, very dark programme.
It was pulled off air by a nervous Radio 1 exec, not because of complaints, but because he was scared there might be some.
Okaaay, not the most understandable of reasons, but Morris is returning soon to Radio 1.
They won't announce it, the tabloids won't print anything about it and you will have forgotten by then.
As it should be.
Below are the intro monologues played over the 1st 5 episodes. Words that make no sense but fit in, phrases put together to create a feeling of unease and alertness.
They are spoken in a low, soothing voice, sometimes with "paranoid Android" computer type voice playing behind, mirroring what Morris is saying.
Enjoy.
I do:
When you naked so shiver in the drizzle
Look at clothes by your feet and think
“Oh yes warm”
Then eat them by mistake
When you dream be dream
But only of a gloomy log toast
When you park so wrong
E headlights smash bumper breaky shuttle
Bang bang bang like ucking pinball
And when your west no longer be west of your east
But above it and mock you like bad candle jack
Ho har you dim muddlebum
And your north south be altogether gone or loony
Then oo welcome
Ah oomagum welcome
In Blue Jam
When you sick so sad you cry
And in crying cry a whole leopard from your eye
Sad mammal
If you angry so mad your tongue burst
And mouth juice run gall bladder bitter
When you sick so sad
You place your face in the puddle of a layby
Waiting for lorry to splash it
And when you are inside the infant misery jumper
Pulling it over and over your head
With no hope of it ending
Cos it replicating at the waistband and you never get out
Then ee welcome
Oh then ee ooth welcome
In Blue Jam
When e heads fall tails a thousand times
So call heads tails both
But coin lands then on third side
The inside
When you fly so wingish speed
Then twack ee path be glass
And broke beak slum um ground all quiver pigeon
While rattles rub hands in the shadow
And when ee sing so full with bursting soul
Ee heart fly out of mouth
And then bash e bit by all with ears
Who cry shut shut shut it up
Oo cakamuffin
Then um
Oovoof welcome
In Blue Jam
When e tongue but slipslap daft round simple speak
And people stare and mock
While you go judgeatree
When monkey cease to sing
Though you calm slot in head
And slip in so much coins
That brainy gloop did ooze there from
Ah I see
Yes
When e magma so rage in stomach
Yet only feeble birds fly out of gob
And when e gloom so flicky switch
To find oo bulb be bulb
That only suck the light from e
Oh bloody hell
Then e welcome
Oi voovak welcome
In Blue Jam
When you fruit sack be bootsack
Vam kick sharp in gob
While you wish Satsuma
When oo hands be warm
But only due outraging infect of the blood
And the skin and the nail and the bone
And the tissue
Bacteree bactim oo la la rouge
Well so look at you screaming and shouting
Like an angry turnip
You funned up ridiculum
Most fool unto yourseffen and I have no sympathy
Oob turnip
And when all your remaining joy
Hides un-noticed in one shrivelled cell
At the bog bottom of the very bumtube of incestjoffy
Then welcome
Uvudge welcome
In Blue Jam
Why is that?
Chris Morris had (and will again in 2 months) a late night radio show on Radio 1 called Blue Jam.
This was an ambient music show, broadcast at 1-2am with absolutely no fanfare or publicity by either himself or Radio 1.
They recieved one complaint over 2 years from someone because of a sketch.
One complaint from 30 shows.
Why? Because it's on late at night on radio? Nobody listens at that time of the day, and tabloid hacks certainly don't pay attention to something that requires thought.
Blue jam was a music show with sketches running through and behind the music.
Morris explored the medium of music, as he does with television, and edited speeches together, played stuff backwards, altered speeds and distorted tones for whatever effect he wanted to achieve.
Not to shock, but to explore what the possibilities are within set mediums.
The music was soothing ambient, reggae, dub, trip-hop..lulling stuff with Morris whispering and monotoning dialogue over the top.
Surreal, disturbing at time but always, always cutting edge and innovative.
Restricted to radio meant you paid attention to the language used, which is where Morris excels. He creates words that do not exist, yet make perfect sense in the context of the piece.
Bizarre, twisted words and phrases that you instantly understand even though they do not exist outside of the world Morris creates through sound and emotion.
An adult, intelligent and very, very dark programme.
It was pulled off air by a nervous Radio 1 exec, not because of complaints, but because he was scared there might be some.
Okaaay, not the most understandable of reasons, but Morris is returning soon to Radio 1.
They won't announce it, the tabloids won't print anything about it and you will have forgotten by then.
As it should be.
Below are the intro monologues played over the 1st 5 episodes. Words that make no sense but fit in, phrases put together to create a feeling of unease and alertness.
They are spoken in a low, soothing voice, sometimes with "paranoid Android" computer type voice playing behind, mirroring what Morris is saying.
Enjoy.
I do:
When you naked so shiver in the drizzle
Look at clothes by your feet and think
“Oh yes warm”
Then eat them by mistake
When you dream be dream
But only of a gloomy log toast
When you park so wrong
E headlights smash bumper breaky shuttle
Bang bang bang like ucking pinball
And when your west no longer be west of your east
But above it and mock you like bad candle jack
Ho har you dim muddlebum
And your north south be altogether gone or loony
Then oo welcome
Ah oomagum welcome
In Blue Jam
When you sick so sad you cry
And in crying cry a whole leopard from your eye
Sad mammal
If you angry so mad your tongue burst
And mouth juice run gall bladder bitter
When you sick so sad
You place your face in the puddle of a layby
Waiting for lorry to splash it
And when you are inside the infant misery jumper
Pulling it over and over your head
With no hope of it ending
Cos it replicating at the waistband and you never get out
Then ee welcome
Oh then ee ooth welcome
In Blue Jam
When e heads fall tails a thousand times
So call heads tails both
But coin lands then on third side
The inside
When you fly so wingish speed
Then twack ee path be glass
And broke beak slum um ground all quiver pigeon
While rattles rub hands in the shadow
And when ee sing so full with bursting soul
Ee heart fly out of mouth
And then bash e bit by all with ears
Who cry shut shut shut it up
Oo cakamuffin
Then um
Oovoof welcome
In Blue Jam
When e tongue but slipslap daft round simple speak
And people stare and mock
While you go judgeatree
When monkey cease to sing
Though you calm slot in head
And slip in so much coins
That brainy gloop did ooze there from
Ah I see
Yes
When e magma so rage in stomach
Yet only feeble birds fly out of gob
And when e gloom so flicky switch
To find oo bulb be bulb
That only suck the light from e
Oh bloody hell
Then e welcome
Oi voovak welcome
In Blue Jam
When you fruit sack be bootsack
Vam kick sharp in gob
While you wish Satsuma
When oo hands be warm
But only due outraging infect of the blood
And the skin and the nail and the bone
And the tissue
Bacteree bactim oo la la rouge
Well so look at you screaming and shouting
Like an angry turnip
You funned up ridiculum
Most fool unto yourseffen and I have no sympathy
Oob turnip
And when all your remaining joy
Hides un-noticed in one shrivelled cell
At the bog bottom of the very bumtube of incestjoffy
Then welcome
Uvudge welcome
In Blue Jam