There aren't the words.
One positive side effect was wall to wall good music on whatever inbred was doing the drivetime show on Radio 1... probably the only time I'll ever hear "How soon is now" on that station again. -- Stan Stannard - Grimsby, UK "Statto's evil twin" ANORAK#01 BONY#57 UKRMSBC#01 Kawazaki ZZR1100D
That'll be DJ 'Spooney'. By current standards, he's actually quite good. Better than Scott Mills who's usually on at that time, anyway. And the less said about JK & Joel the better.
Stan Stannard says... Someone should shoot that **** Spoony and put us all out of our misery. Mouth breathing fuckwit.
SteveH says... You have got to be joking. There's absolutely nothing to like, he's blander than a VFR. At least Scott Mills can make me laugh.
The only R1 DJ's I still listen to are the ones that could be classed as survivors of their old line up.... Jo Whiley and Steve Lamacq. Both just seem to get on with being DJ's, and leave it at that..
It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the Nice obit on R4 news there just now. -- Dave GS 850 x2 / SE 6a SbS#6 DIAABTCOD#16 APOSTLE#6 FUB#3 FUB KotL OSOS#12? UKRMMA#19 COSOC#10
Ginge says... I really like Jo Whiley. She seems to be there for the love of music, not purely the ego boost that the other DJs seem to need.
Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Champ On reflection, I think my earlier comment was a tad trite. I do find myself strangely saddened by JP's passing. I really did dislike "Home Truths" quite intensely, but his DJ work was a different kettle of fish entirely. I'm off to have a reflect on why his death leaves me feeling... odd. -- Nigel - Manufacturer of the "Champion-105" range of rearsets WS* GHPOTHUF#24 APOSTLE#14 DLC#1 COFF#20 BOTAFOT#150 HYPO#0(KoTL) IbW#41 ZZR1100, Enfield 500 Curry House Racer "The Basmati Rice Burner", Honda GL1000K2 (On its hols) Kawasaki ZN1300 Voyager "Oh, Oh, It's so big"
Oh no. Don't go mushy now. I seem to be fairly indifferent. My comment on being told was 'that's a shame, particularly after his wife being so ill and surviving, he wasn't that old was he?' It's tough for his kids, but they're all grown up and people die. That's life. Good, bad or indifferent everyone is going to go at some time in some way. He popularised Pulp, for that and his laconic attitude fair play. It seems (from bits I've read and comments from friends today) to have taken a lot of people in a Princess Diana fashion. Some of the more extreme stuff I've read made me sit on my hands as any one who is that upset (not your feeling odd but the over the top wailing and weeping stuff) has bigger issues that they're pinning onto this death IMO and a 'oh snap out of it you silly bitch' probably wouldn't help.
The thing about JP was that, in an increasingly shallow world, he was someone who had been around since the beginning, and he'd never been a celeb, he'd never been shallow or vacuous. I've been aware of him for over 30 years, and while it's never been a consistent thing, now and then he's served up music that's been important to me. He's been part of the soundtrack of my life (can't remember where that's from, but it's not original, don't worry). Also, he was part of my teens and early twenties, so it's like loosing a connection with my youth. Peel gone is another reminder that I'm not young anymore, I'll never recapture those days, and it's all down hill from here. Thirty years ago, I could scarcely believe I'd ever hit 20. Now I /know/ that the next 30 years will go by twice as fast. When people of my generation grieve for John Peel, they also grieve for themselves.
On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 01:52:47 GMT, "platypus" After I put.. He's done that in a similar fashion for 20 years for me. I did the John Peel on late night radio listened to with an earpiece under the bed clothes thing. But just because he's gone I don't see it as a lost connection. Maybe because I'm still steadfastly refusing to leave my youth. Or having the youth i should have had then now. Or something. Wibbleflip do. Would you want to? For me now is so much better than then. Doesn't have to be though. I shall be wearing purple. If I get another 30 years I'll be surprised. I'd like 35 so I can have the three score and ten but I think it is unlikely for various reasons. I'm packing as much passion for the people and things I love in now, because you never know what's going to happen. The comment that made me sit on my hands was from some one in their late 20s. OK, that I can see. Seems to be a touch of "The autumn leaves have got you thinking" in the air. I think I'm incredibly lucky in that I am finally able to be happy with and celebrate myself. Here and now is the best it has ever been despite all the problematic bits. "Sometimes to keep it together, you got to leave it alone."
Wasn't overly keen on it, as in wouldn't go out of my way to listen to it, but liked the sound of his voice; his intelligent questioning on quite, if we're honest, banal subjects. His music legacy aside, he did an excellent, intelligent and engaging series on trains, cranes, diggers and other industrial things.
Lady Nina wrote: Ok, Put me out of my misery. What's that from? I am pretty certain that's from a poem that I liked about getting old. I can't remember where and am feeling too old to google this morning.
Back then, anything was possible. Now the choices nave narrowed down, and I can no longer disbelieve my own mortality. I'm not ungrateful for what I have now, but I've a clearer view of the limits of what that is. You're a youngster. Wait'll you hit 40. I have relatives on both my mother's and father's sides who are active in their late 70s. Although both my parents managed untimely deaths, the family seems long-lived naturally, and this on the notoriously unhealthy Ulster diet. So I don't think another 30 years is overly optimistic for me, /if/ I don't **** up too badly. Kids, eh? No perspective on life... Nah, I'm always this morose ) Although I'm appalled at how long it's taken me to get over the current injuries. I guess I really must be old. You have a life? What are you doing round here? "It'll never get better if you pick it."
Of course, this is a big part of it. As you lose the living icons of your life (I felt much the same way when Barry Sheene died), one is slapped around the face with one's own mortality. To be honest, Peel's music radio program wasn't the most important thing about him for me. I just liked *him*. He seemed the quintissential decent english bloke - quietly spoken, self-deprecating, tolerant, witty. I've bought a paper this morning to read the obituary and comments.
I felt that way about BS. Less about Peel, because I'm not really into music. Different strokes, etc. But Barry Sheene's death knocked me sideways the way John Lennon's did. I've just read the obit in The Times. Very affectionate, very thoughtful.
A Jenny Joseph poem. I like a lot of her writing. It is indeed... When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells and run my stick along the public railings and make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain and pick the flowers in other people's gardens and learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat and eat three pounds of sausages at a go or only bread and pickles for a week and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry and pay our rent and not swear in the street and set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. You're never to old to google. NP Hot hot heat - Bandages.
Still is. I refuse to believe otherwise. Now I'm earwormed with 'there's no limits' Chronologically maybe. I intend to sneak up behind it and viciously cudgel it. snip Or fairly seriously borked this time. I have visions of a future archeologist digging your skeleton up and speculating as to the cause of the injuries. It found me, I wasn't looking. I often wonder. The reasons vary. Procrastinating mainly. "It's indoor work with no heavy lifting" "If the wind changes you'll stay like that" NP Ash - Girl from Mars
ah, bugger, maybe I am old cos half of that sounds like me now. ah, maybe I've been practicing for a long time already. -- Adie (replace spam with nickname to reply) UKRM FAQ: http://www.ukrm.net/faq/ Triumph 955iSS / GSF1200 bandit (pending) / GSF600 bandit (for sale) / CG125 MRO#11 BOTAFOF#7 BOTAFOT#130 DIAABTCOD#17 MIB#24 YTC#16 BOB#15 ex-UKRMMA#22 BOMB#11
