I love the people I love very passionately that's why upon hearing the news that John Martyn has passed away I fell in to a state of plangent disrepair and spent the evening looking for answers at the bottom of a vodka glass. Slightly hungover and none the wiser I have, however, come to the conclusion that Defoe was right when he said: ' The Good die early, and the Bad die late.' Certainly plenty of examples about but I won't waste my time...
The prospect of never seeing him live is compounded by the fact that I missed his last gig by a couple of days. I guess even 'the best of men cannot suspend their Fate.'
