7 March 2005
Sunday afternoon, pootling around reading blogs while Adrian's out washing the car, I click my way down the blogroll until I get to Casino Avenue, at which point I'm totally stunned.
So much so I don't even take the time to read the BBC News story before running outside to tell Adrian.
This is my John Peel moment.
While I would occasionally listen to John Peel, the majority of my teenage years were spent listening to Tommy's rock show.
I was that cliché. Lying in the dark on a Friday night, listening to the rock show through the headphones I "borrowed" from my dad.
If it wasn't for Tommy, I wouldn't have the friendship I have with S. A friendship that was sealed in an instant by two words - Yngwie Malmsteen. I wouldn't have got hot and sweaty at so many gigs over the last couple of years - Yngwie, Queensryche, Thunder, Skid Row, Whitesnake and Gary Moore... the list goes on.
Thanks, big man.
Rock in peace.
Condolences, darling.
Rest in Peace Tommy. You will never be forgotten and neither will the music that we listen too and will continue to do so.
Couldn't agree more. Tommy WAS rock music for me during those formative years. I'm sorely tempted to dig out some old Saxon and Maiden albums.
I can honestly say that I spent a lot more time listening to Tommy Vance (the charts in my early teens, and the Friday Rock Show later on), than I ever spent listening to John Peel.
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