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Posted by Epoisses on 2007-10-01 05:18:56 +0000
PJ Harvey Immersion #9 -- "Peel Sessions 1991-2004" (2006)
Record is here.
Released October 23, 2006 on Island Records.
Posted by MF DU on 2007-10-01 12:33:11 +0000
John Peel was a hell of a man.
Posted by mahatma chani on 2007-10-01 13:02:53 +0000
The Gecko gave me this book for my birthday this year. He seemed like a great guy. Certainly a tireless supporter of music. He didn't have a ton of money, and this (auto)biography was supposed to be his "retirement fund." But he died halfway through writing it, so his wife finished it. When the sticks with tunes, it's a fascinating read.
Posted by pamsterdam on 2007-10-01 13:08:53 +0000
One of the few famous people whose death moved me to tears.
Oddly, the others were Lennon and the Queen Mum.
Posted by MF DU on 2007-10-01 13:28:12 +0000
Peel's foreword in the below book is pretty good. (book itself is also pretty awesome. Get yr grindcore on grrrrrr)
Posted by ConorClockwise on 2007-10-01 22:00:59 +0000
Queen Mum is dead?
Posted by tgl on 2007-10-02 02:47:56 +0000
Harvey: What should I play?
Peel: The good songs.
Posted by pamsterdam on 2007-10-02 05:43:13 +0000
First you dis my taste in humor, and now this? Et tu, ConorClockwise?
On the off-chance you're being serious, yes, she is. As of 5 years ago.
Accompanied by the gay writer and wit Sir Noël Coward at a gala function, she mounted a staircase lined with Guards. Noticing Coward's eyes flicker momentarily across the soldiers, she murmured to him without missing a beat: "I wouldn't if I were you, Noël; they count them before they put them out."
At her funeral, people left bouquets of flowers... and bottles of dry gin.
Both my grandmothers passed away when I was very young (and my grandfathers both died before I was born), so I guess I thought of the Queen Mum as a kind of surrogate granny.
Accompanied by the gay writer and wit Sir Noël Coward at a gala function, she mounted a staircase lined with Guards. Noticing Coward's eyes flicker momentarily across the soldiers, she murmured to him without missing a beat: "I wouldn't if I were you, Noël; they count them before they put them out."
At her funeral, people left bouquets of flowers... and bottles of dry gin.
Both my grandmothers passed away when I was very young (and my grandfathers both died before I was born), so I guess I thought of the Queen Mum as a kind of surrogate granny.
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