Thursday, 10 January 2013
I'm terribly saddened by the dreadfully upsetting news of Wilko Johnson's terminal illness. I vividly remember watching the following performance on The Geordie Scene after school one day in 1975 and immediately phoning all my friends to discuss what on earth it was that we'd just witnessed. None of us had ever seen anything like Dr Feelgood, and specially Wilko, in our young lives.
'Some things are over Some things go on Part of me you carry And part of me is gone'
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