What is FIP?
FIP (radio station) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The concept behind FIP has scarcely changed since its founding: music interrupted by traffic updates and cultural information with a short news broadcast at 10 before the hour, with no advertising. The broadcasts are presented by live announcers from 7 am to 11 pm, after which a robot replays parts of the music broadcast the previous day.
FIP's programming is an eclectic mix of musical genres: chanson, rock, world music, classical music, film music, jazz and more, but connected with a theme. FIP is one of the few stations with this type of programming in the world.
Why Do I Know About FIP?
Here's the story. Any radio heads out there will know the experience of turning the dial. You enjoyed what you just heard, maybe, but...yack yack yack...on they go...or maybe the song you're hearing is irritating you, or maybe it's an opera and twenty minutes in you decide to....turn the dial.
So, it's the evening. You're reading, maybe, or ironing. And you realise that for, what is it now? An hour?--you haven't turned the dial.
And then someone reads the news to you in french.
You leave the dial where it is. You go to bed. Next time you switch on, there it is: music. No chat, no ads, the music is varied, with a french (and jazz!) bias, but the later it gets, the more eclectic the music becomes. And the news...at ten to the hour...what an excellent time for the news! And after nine pm...no more news, just music.
You're hooked. So hooked that you mention it to a friend. Maybe you're at the pub and you say, "Hey, I've found this station where--"
"They play nothing but music and then the news is in french."
Turns out your friend has found the station too.
Turns out that lots of people have "found FIP."
Turns out that "finding and enjoying FIP" of yer own accord is a bonding....a sign of taste....
It takes you months to work out that the station is called F.I.P. (pronoucned FEEP), coz you're a slow learner maybe, or most probably coz there are no ads, just music, and you're young so you listen after nine and don't even hear the news.
This station lurks on FM and (being slow) you still haven't worked out exactly where it lurks. And that's because you haven't turned the dial for months!
And then you discover that...everyone you get on with has found FIP.
Just like that!
By turning the dial.
Here's another story. A guy walks into a shop, he's looking around, but the music is good and so he asks, "Who's that?"
"Dunno," says the person in the shop. "It's FIP."
Hold on a sec
rg, aren't you in England? Have you some strange ham radio aspect to your personality? I mean, how can this be? You're listening to FIP, but you don't live in France.
Ah! Here's the myth. A nameless--an unknown--person heard FIP when in Paris, and he (it is a he in this myth) loved it so much that he built an antenna....on top of a pub, or is it on top of his house? No one knows, but the reason we can hear FIP and no one else in England can...I mean, the signal dies as soon as you move out of the centre of town. It dies as you hit the main roads; it dies as the centre becomes periphery...unless you live in a very tall building...coz we're talking limited amplification, we're talking radio waves...
Howstuffworks "How Radio Works"
Let's say that you are trying to build a radio tower for radio station 680 AM. It is transmitting a sine wave with a frequency of 680,000 hertz. In one cycle of the sine wave, the transmitter is going to move electrons in the antenna in one direction, switch and pull them back, switch and push them out and switch and move them back again. In other words, the electrons will change direction four times during one cycle of the sine wave. If the transmitter is running at 680,000 hertz, that means that every cycle completes in (1/680,000) 0.00000147 seconds. One quarter of that is 0.0000003675 seconds. At the speed of light, electrons can travel 0.0684 miles (0.11 km) in 0.0000003675 seconds. That means the optimal antenna size for the transmitter at 680,000 hertz is about 361 feet (110 meters).
Or, if I have my maths right, this antenna ain't so huge...but in the centre...we all get FIP.
Ooops! I mean, we got FIP, because earlier this year the conversation in the pub changed.
"Hey, I haven't been able to get FIP."
"Neither have I."
Wot, no FIP?
Looking For Fip (from The Argus)
Since March 1, the Gallic sounds of FIP Radio have disappeared from the Brighton airwaves and no one seems to know why.
This station is sorely missed - it brought a fresh musical perspective to our city, to the point of inspiring a very successful club night, Vive le FIP, as well as raising house prices for those residents within its small catchment area.
Heh, FIP made me rich!
Right, what happened?
Au Revoir To French Radio In Sussex (from The Argus)
A French radio station that developed a massive cult following in Sussex has been taken off the air after being raided by communications watchdogs.
Paris-based station Fip built up a massively dedicated and diverse range of listeners in Brighton through the last decade after a mystery male fan grew so smitten with it he set up his own antenna to broadcast the station for the city from his home in Hanover.
Listeners ranging from politicians to shopkeepers grew fond of the station's quirky range of music and lack of adverts or chat, which was broadcast on 98.5FM and 91FM. Its popularity grew to such an extent that a special night was set up in homage and people began moving houses just so they could live in an area which could receive the broadcasts, resulting in a boom in property prices in certain areas.
But The Argus can reveal that following a complaint, the Office of Communications (Ofcom) raided the premises in Hanover and confiscated the transmitter, taking Fip off the airwaves in Sussex.
The mystery man behind Fip's broadcasts in Brighton, believed to be a former radio engineer, could now face prosecution although Ofcom last night refused to comment on the legal status of the case.
A spokesman said: "We raided the station but we cannot go into the reasons why we did that. They were known to us before the raid. We also seized equipment but again we cannot go into what was taken."
It is understood the raid took place because Ofcom wanted to investigate whether a breach of broadcasting regulations had taken place.
No more FIP! Boo!
It seemed to be a sign of the times. If something is good, and free, and has no advertising, it must...disappear. Some law is being broken. Good and free? Too good to be true. Stop it.
Fast Forward to Sunday Afternoon
We were driving nowhere aimlessly. I was driving and I don't like driving. There was a reason for being in the car, but the reason was evaporating. There were queues. I agreed with the queues (they mean the cars can't move freely), but...the radio...it was time time to turn the dial.
So rare on the radio these days...for me...but suddenly, there it was: good music. A sitar, a voice, and then some strange beats. I glanced at the radio.
"Hey, it's FIP!" I said.
I flicked away and back.
I checked the frequency.
"Let's go home," said the person with me.
We negotiated a turn, headed home, and then I switched on the radio, tuned to 91.00 FM.
There it was!
FIP is back!
I will, of course, put my pound coins into any tin that is rattled at me with the words "FIP Fighting Fund" written on it, but it seems that the guy wasn't breaking any laws....seems....he has said (whoever this mythical figure may be) that he will fight in the courts...funds have been raised...
FIP is back!
Ach, I cannae explain it. It's a bit jazzy at times. Between 6pm and 9pm it can get very jazzy and the chat level rises. After 10pm, it's FIP (I have it on now), and, hey! The news at ten to the hour--that's perfect.
And no news after 10 pm is also excellent. (For me.)
Unless the news is musical and is news from people I've never heard of playing music I'd never thought of, and it all sounds great...and then they play the B side of a single I loved twenty years ago...
Some computers, in my experience, won't play FIP. This computer does, so I'll offer you all the link. Here it is:
Click "ecouter" and it'll work or it won't.
And now a confession
Since I started listening to FIP, I stopped buying music. Everything I needed from music was being given to me by FIP, the whole range...
...but DoDo, just the other day, reminded me that I was getting a bit retro in my musical tastes...
...and it was because I didn't have FIP!
Come on, hey! There are great internet radio stations out there, with people who offer out (for free!) excellent music from the past and the present. Which ones do you listen to while typing your most intriguing missives?
Mine was FIP, and now mine is FIP!
I should add that FIP plays a lot of french pop, which I enjoy!
And that's that. Sunday was a good day. We bought a table, so the living room is now livable, and FIP in connection with the mystical figure agreed; "Yes, rg now has the correct environment for appreciating the magic of FIP. Let it be so!"
And lo and thus!
But shhhhhh! There are ALWAYS evil gits out who want to stop your FREE FUN. They HATE free fun, coz there's no money changing hands.
"Ah," they say, "there is money, but you are appropriating unfairly..."
So shhhh. There's always some git who'll stop your fun--but...but...shhhhh....try it out. If you don't like it, no problem. If you enjoy it, quietly pass it on....