This is my first Peel day blog, so here goes
When I was a mere whelp living on the Isle of Wight, listening to the Peel show was more than just music, it was a dream. We made our tapes, played them till dead and some times swapped them; and most annoyingly of all played the in the street.
Most of all though was a feeling of being part of something big that really meant more than our humdrum lives.
And guess what, we were.
Thank you John Peel.
love Jules
Mind you the music wasn`t too bad.
My Bloody Valentine I Can See It
The Pouges Danny Boy
Meanwhile Back In Communist Russia Ode
The White Stripes Little Room / The Union Forever
