John Peel has died suddenly of a heart attack while on holiday in Peru, aged just 65. I can’t quite stop crying as I type this. As my friend said in an email today, ‘finally I get that whole nation mourns death of public figure thing’.
I didn’t quite grow up with Peelie as many of my friends did (but I was a late developer in many ways). But his voice, his self-deprecating humour, and the music he played, became part of my life in my twenties. He was my cool, beloved surrogate Dad. And I will miss him so much. I’ll be thinking of his family tonight.
And dammit, I don’t really have anything on my hard drive to play for him. I think I will have to go and download this.
Are teenage dreams so hard to beat
Everytime she walks down the street
Another girl in the neighbourhood
Wish she was mine, she looks so good
I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
I’m gonna call her on the telephone
Have her over cos i’m all alone
I need exitement oh i need it bad
And its the best, i’ve ever had
I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
(The Undertones, ‘Teenage Kicks’)
Farewell, Peelie.
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Well, I do have this to listen to, which I think is in the right spirit. (Except that I’ll cry again, dammit, when Kirsty McColl is playing.)