John Peel speaking about Captain Beefheart in 1992

So good to hear John. Still miss him.

John Peel – 20 years ago today!

Sure miss you John!!

Peru – Across the Aloplano in a train on the way to Machu Picchu – Photos

A luxury train complete with polished wood and a shaman. Singers, rituals, a sad visit to the place where John Peel died, Inca dancers, snow-capped mountains, fertile plains high up in the sky.

Treasure Trove of hundreds of Peel Sessions!!

This is a superb collection of gems – live sessions with John Peel. I so miss Peelie!!

There’s enough here to last a lifetime – full sessions by Roy Harper, Stiff Little Fingers, Buzzcocks, Fall, Kinks, Tom Robinson, Stranglers, Specials, Ruts, Incredible String Band, Syd Barrett, Rory Gallagher, P J Harvey, Nirvana, John Cooper Clarke, Fleetwood Mac, Fairport Convention, Elvis Costello, Bob Marley and hundreds more!!!

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THANK YOU DAVE STRICKSON and Noel Bayley!

Heroes – John Peel – uncompromising DJ who played his own things – The DJ of my generation.

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These are the images of John I cherish. He was his own man. He loved music and helped establish the music of the British Underground and then Punk.

In the staid Beeb he was the voice of my generation. His programmes, like ‘The Perfumed Garden’ was the only place you could get to hear the new Underground sounds. He championed Roy Harper, Captain Beefheart, Edgar Broughton and the Sex Pistols when everyone else was playing Pop dross.

This was the age when music mattered – it was the culture we swam in.

To the majority of people the swinging sixties was the Mamas and Papas and Carnaby Street. John was bringing you Country Joe and the Fish, Doors, early Floyd and Soft Machine. He hated trite Pop. His quiet sardonic voice was the sound that made sense; he always had good taste and he always played, said and did exactly what he wanted. He lived for the music. The music was the message, the culture and the revolution.

When John died and Andy Kershaw went to pieces there was no-one left to carry that flame.

I still miss that voice!!

Stiff Little Fingers – Opher’s World pays tribute to genius.

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Stiff Little Fingers are my favourite Punk band. They came roaring out of Ireland full of ire, angst and fury. They were railing at the tragic life they were being forced to live in the shadow of the ‘troubles’ with real emotions based on real experience. Life was hard in Thatcher’s Britain for young disaffected youth but it was real murder in Belfast! They were fed-up with the guns, bombs, sectarian hatred, barricades, barbed wire, and being threatened by soldiers, police and paramilitary thugs. Punk proved the ideal vehicle. It all came pouring out on that first album ‘Inflamable Material’. It wasn’t inflammable it was incendiary.

No wonder John Peel loved it. He had a real ear for genuine talent. He immediately saw the genuine emotion that soaked through every sentiment. These weren’t a bunch of kids making stuff up – they were venting their hearts, spleen and lungs.

If the Sex Pistols were brash Stiff Little Fingers were brazen. If the Pistols were hot Fingers were nuclear. Not only that but they had the lyrical ability to put it all down in a form that made it interesting and accessible. Jake Burns had the word play at his finger tips to illustrate the world they lived in. He even managed to inject some humour in between the fury. This was Punk with real teeth. This wasn’t to do with Thatcher’s selective austerity and no jobs for the lower classes, class warfare; this was war with real bullets, bombs, threats and deaths.

Fingers even took the Bob Marley classic ‘Johnny Was’ and made it there own. Where the song was about a senseless gang killing in Trenchtown they transferred it to Belfast. The raw guitar exchange of riffs with their strident ring gave it a sinister edge. It was an anthem to senseless murder and violence. The riffs snarled and spat. The vocals soared with despair.

Fingers were what Punk was all about – protest, despair and fury. It was the voice of disaffected youth who saw that they had no future.

This was my type of music, full of rightful political/social fury at the injustice created by politicians, religious leaders and the businessmen who orchestrated the unequal world order. It was a scream of protest. They made the Irish situation stark for all to hear but also illustrated a problem the world over. The ones at the bottom were being shat on by the tiny minority that ran it all.

Punk didn’t get much better than this!

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