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Radio legend Philip Brady remembered
By Jessie Aiton
Phil Brady OAM rang me last year and left a lengthy voicemail saying he hoped I was well and “working in show business”.
Twelve centuries ago, I had cut my radio teeth on Nightline when I was 26 years old. Though I ended up moving to the whirlwind of daytime radio, Phil was adamant that I could return to Nights at any time.
“Don’t forget Jess,” he’d always say. “This studio is your home. Wherever you work in the world, this studio will always be your home”.
He offered this to many of us – and in a broadcasting world which is cut-throat and fast moving – to know I could always return to his studio was like knowing I could always warm up by the fire if I was cold and needed a warm roast meal.
Everyone I worked with adored him. Not just due to his friendliness, support and consideration of other people, but speaking with Phil just for a moment gave one the impression they were speaking with someone from another time.
He was traditional and gentlemanly. You never had to be anyone but yourself with him. Though he was often saturated in the smell of coffee and cigarettes (which permeated him on a cellular level) there was a certain glamour to him.
One instance being when I burnt and sent him a CD (The Third Man soundtrack) at his request, Phil contacted me asking if he could “buy me some cigarettes” as a thank you.
“Bye bye darling,” he’d always say when we wrapped up our calls. “Until we speak again.”
Phil was never perturbed or concerned about when that time would be – he knew our paths would cross again somehow and they always did.
When Phil passed, many of my colleagues and I made a concerted effort to come to his funeral – not just to see Phil, but to see one another.
He was just that warm fire for so many of us – and he was there for so many of us at different points of our career – even if it was just to stop by for a proverbial warm roast meal before heading out into the cold busy-ness of life again.
I will miss Phil dearly; and though he lived in his own world, all who were invited in left feeling a little warmer.
Bye bye darling, until we speak again.
Jess x
Photo: 3AW Radio
Photo: Channel 9
Listen to the tribute compiled by Jess Aiton below
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Phil Brady OAM rang me last year and left a lengthy voicemail saying he hoped I was well and “working in show business”.
Twelve centuries ago, I had cut my radio teeth on Nightline when I was 26 years old. Though I ended up moving to the whirlwind of daytime radio, Phil was adamant that I could return to Nights at any time.
“Don’t forget Jess,” he’d always say. “This studio is your home. Wherever you work in the world, this studio will always be your home”.
He offered this to many of us – and in a broadcasting world which is cut-throat and fast moving – to know I could always return to his studio was like knowing I could always warm up by the fire if I was cold and needed a warm roast meal.
Everyone I worked with adored him. Not just due to his friendliness, support and consideration of other people, but speaking with Phil just for a moment gave one the impression they were speaking with someone from another time.
He was traditional and gentlemanly. You never had to be anyone but yourself with him. Though he was often saturated in the smell of coffee and cigarettes (which permeated him on a cellular level) there was a certain glamour to him.
One instance being when I burnt and sent him a CD (The Third Man soundtrack) at his request, Phil contacted me asking if he could “buy me some cigarettes” as a thank you.
“Bye bye darling,” he’d always say when we wrapped up our calls. “Until we speak again.”
Phil was never perturbed or concerned about when that time would be – he knew our paths would cross again somehow and they always did.
When Phil passed, many of my colleagues and I made a concerted effort to come to his funeral – not just to see Phil, but to see one another.
He was just that warm fire for so many of us – and he was there for so many of us at different points of our career – even if it was just to stop by for a proverbial warm roast meal before heading out into the cold busy-ness of life again.
I will miss Phil dearly; and though he lived in his own world, all who were invited in left feeling a little warmer.
Bye bye darling, until we speak again.
Jess x
Photo: 3AW Radio
Photo: Channel 9
Listen to the tribute compiled by Jess Aiton below