Since last year, this little corner of Peel’s garden has seen some changes (notably the inclusion of more Peel sessions), some disasters (the month-long hiatus while I searched for a new computer), but most importantly the making of a whole host of new friends. I always seem to leave out somebody’s name, but I will try to include all the most fervent and committed contributors in this small tribute:
- Davy The Ghost (still the most trenchant and entertaining guy on the map).
- Mick (80s disciple with a kind heart and an open mind).
- Dick (the Man With No Blog, more’s the pity! Never fails to make me laugh and reflect at the same time).
- Adam (the Turkish contingent! One of my biggest fans, as I am his).
- Adam (the demi-God who got me the Peel Sessions book).
- ally (nostalgic and forward-looking at the same time: a treat).
- Lee (without whom this blog would never have existed).
- Gary (Rare Indie Classics continues to live up to its name).
- Ed (the only blogger I have actually spoken to on the phone, and a helluva great person).
- Steve (who, along with my occasional support, writes the Peel Wiki virtually single-handedly from across the water in Japan).
- Kippers (all too rarely seen on this site, but with a friendly line in nostalgia).
- Grizzle (who has delighted the Peel camp with great quality recordings of latter-day JP).
- Ken Garner (an inspiration to Peelites, and a lovely man to boot).
- Eddie (known to most as Duffpaddy, a devotee of early Peel shows and a generous fella).
- Iain (our chats on Google Messenger were a rare treat, and mate, I still love your band, and will get in touch when I come to England next year).
- Simon (one of the newest intake on Songs That People Sing: warm-hearted and true).
My posts about Spit, Burning Love Jumpsuit, Bette Davis And The Balconettes, The Undertones and Jesus Jones drew emails (and even some product!!) from some of the artists concerned, which was a rare thrill for me. I thank all of you from the bottom of my heart. Finally, to all those who have contributed but who didn’t get a mention, I thank you too, and urge you to stay with me to the end (which, in spite of massive Jam and Pavement posts, is still some way off in the future!).
For post 200, I was hoping to be able to put up something optimistic and inspiring. Instead, a recent passing and my narrow remit of the Festive Fifty allows only one track, and I dedicate this to the late Rick Wright, a vital component of the Pink Floyd sound. Ironically, Animals was the first Floyd album not to feature one of his songs (hop over to Raiding the Vinyl Archive for one of them), and the whole LP, despite being one of my favourites by the band (and one which divided the critics on first release), transmits a bleak message about society. The track Pigs (FF 1977 #14), subtitled ‘Three Different Ones’, savagely attacks self-satisfied businessmen (always with us), Margaret T******r (regrettably still with us), and Mary Whitehouse (thankfully not). The guitar solo is, as with much of Dave Gilmour’s work, a wonder to behold, and is probably what inspired John to include it in his chart: but the words are the thing, and Roger Waters’ jaundiced yet accurate societal viewpoint dates not one jot.