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Malcolm Laycock (from BBC) replies!

I was in for a very pleasant surprise this morning when Malcolm Laycock personally replied to a mail I had posted to BBC 2. I remember listening to him on countless weekdays during my formative years. The memories are still so fresh. What made those occasions extra special was the presence of yet another Jazz enthusiast right next to me - Dad! We were in a trance-like state after Laycock's 30-minute program.

 

Here's the reply:

 

Deepanjan


Hi! Your message passed on to me by Radio 2.


Goodness me! I'm delighted to hear from someone who listened to my 
jazz shows all those years ago on BBC World Service!


Now, my memory is not brilliant because I've done so many different 
shows on many radio stations over the years, but I seem to think that 
the signature tune we used for "Jazz For The Asking" was "Birdland" 
by Weather Report. Great track......!


Anyway, I trust that life is treating you well.


With all good wishes


Malcolm Laycock
BBC Radio 2

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