New Year's day, when I was little, always began with heading up to my Grandad's house to watch the New Year's concert broadcast from Vienna. Watch on the telly but listen, of course, on Radio 3 because telly speakers were rubbish and the sound was broadcast simultaneously on the radio[*].
My earliest memories of the concert are of Grandad telling me about Lorin Maazel, who first conducted the New Year concert in 1980 and went on to become a fixture. To this day, if I hear the Radetzky March
anywhere I'm back in my Grandad's front room[**], clapping along with the great and the good of Vienna.
Anyway, as I mentioned last year
, I've been trying to reinstate watching the concert as a new year tradition and it seems to have stuck. Vital components of this tradition are: brunch (it was bagels, cream cheese and smoked salmon this year), dressing gowns, sofas, and an argument about how they synchronise the ballet performances with the music.( Argue! )