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we used to have family radio evenings. My parents are big on music and made sure my brother and I shared this passion from day one. Every evening, when there was no homework to be done and the weather wasn't nice enough for tennis in the garden, or Saturday afternoons just after lunch, we would sit down in the living room and listen to Steve Lamacq and John Peel. Mostly it just resulted in arguing the merits of certain bands (we were a family divided by indie, especially when my Bro and Mum discovered pirate radio and rave) but occasionally something came on that got us all and we'd sit in silence and just listen. I'll never forget lying on my back, the setting summer sun making patterns on the mottled ceiling, when I first heard Blur (my utter teenage loves, and yes Damon, I'd still marry you).

This tradition died out when I was 16 or so, I had much more important things to do, like go to the pub, but about 6 years later I was having a quiet pint after finishing a shift at the pub when my mum called me up and told me John Peel had passed away. I actually cried, not a lot, but a small tear was shed, and after a strained conversation with the prole sat next to me ("You alright?" "Umm...John Peel's died..." "Who the fuck's John Peel?" ".....") I went home. That evening my Mum, Dad and I sat down and had a family tunes evening, for the first time in years, as a little tribute to the man who made my childhood.

Reading this back I sound monstrously pretentious. Fuck it, I probably am. But those evenings were more of an education to me than anything I ever learned in school, and gave me more respect for my Dads inherent knowledge of all that beats than any teacher. b3ta, play your children good records, it'll mean more than you could ever possibly know.
( SugarSpunSister Yeah, whatever, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 12:42, 4 replies)

*clicked*
Can't think of another famous person whose death has caused me to cry. I live, breathe, eat and sleep music 24/7, and this man was responsible for so much of that.

You read the new book yet?
(Son of Sam-i-am We're all as mad as hatters here, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 13:53, closed)

My Mum...
got me into John Peel. She always worked full time and used to to all the "prep" for the next day, ironing, pack-up and tea for the next day. With the radio on, she loved Public Enemy, but she never saw what anyone liked about the Fall though..
Have a click anyways
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 14:27, closed)

MUM AND DAD HAD ME IN THE DEPTHS OF THEIR EENAGE PUNK ROCK YEARS
i remeber them listening to 7" singles and being abloe to choose one- once i put on something that sounded horrific. all screaming (after asking - it was Discharge, never again)

how odd that years later im in a hardcore band myself... still my mind still drifts back to 7" nights with mum and dad...
(jordanchaos isn’t just any PeaRoast, this is a M&S PeaRoast, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 15:51, closed)

I still
have the volume on my stereo set to eleven. Haven't changed it since Peely passed on.
(Kendal, Mon 24 Nov 2008, 22:57, closed)