the death of peel

it was with a sense of sadness that i learned of the death of the great john peel. for many, the single greatest source of new muziek whilst growing up across the north atlantic. or in the case of this former septic ex pat, peel came on the radio about 18 minutes after i finished my short order cook shift at the dog and vomit or some such east london boite, if i concentrated , i was able to draw a bath and some smokeable matter in my dalston hovel and listen in on the first strains of pavement, bikini kill,mudhoney, et al crossing the atlantic for the first time(and of course the howls and scowls of a certain mark e smith perpetually permeating peels program)making me slightly home sick for american girls, Interstate 10, fish tacos, and real drinks. how ironic that 15 years later, the passing of peel leaves me wistful for bulgarian red, constant rain, the scala cinema, pg tips, broken windows, and free rent.
from a warm apartment in kings county with the sounds of peel sessions past blaring through too old speakers, in an age where downloadable mp3's and satellite radio have nearly made the maverick radio personalities of our past obsolete,peel managed to remain relevant and revered.