There Is No Cat

Le roi est mort

John Peel is dead.

I’ve been listening to Peel on the BBC World Service for more than 25 years. When the BBC stopped broadcasting on shortwave to North America a few years ago and shifted their focus here toward news programs rebroadcast on local public radio outlets, one of the arguments I made against their move was that there would be no more John Peel for North America. And now there’s no more John Peel.

Fuck.

There are DJs and there are DJs, but there was only one John Peel. He is irreplaceable. His taste in music was all-encompassing, and every time I listened to him, I could count on hearing something I’d never heard before. Punk rock, African pop, Techno, it was all good music to him. He was a giant among men. There is nobody else like him. And now there’s nobody like him at all.

Fuckity fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

(Found via Suw Charman’s Chocolate and Vodka.)

Posted at 12:00 PM