John Peel is dead. He died in Peru; in one of my favourite places in the world.
I am more upset than I thought I would be. John Peel to me means Staying up late on, was it Thursday nights…one weekday night and listening to music which I enjoyed. John Peel of late also entertained my parents on Radio Four, which disturbed me until I found out how old he was; at 65 this year he was older than my Dad! I never thought of him that way; he was the random voice that spoke to me late into the nights of teenagy angst. He told me about bands and musicians who were great and usually sounded slightly pissed or at least moderately stoned. And like good radio DJs sounded like he was talking to you and knew that you were sat on your bed surrounded by tubs of ice cream or revising for exams or whatever and knew equally that you didn’t care or did care, or cared too much, or whatever.
The song that I really remember hearing him play and blowing me away is an odd one; The Orb ‘Little Fluffy Clouds’
John Peel is dead and I am going to mourn for a bit.