Another sad loss.

Back in the early '60s, in London's folk clubs Long John was THE MAN where blues was concerned. An astonishing singer, and a more than competent guitarist, he had the power to grab the imagination of audiences, and transport them to times long ago and places far away. I never saw him give less than everything to any audience. One night at the old Student Prince club in Soho, he sang "No more, my Lord" (from the Lomax "Murderers' Home" album) with such intensity that there was an extended pause between his last note and the start of the thunderous applause.

I was never personally acquainted with him, but I gathered from one or two who did that he had a fairly troubled private life (not unsusual in the music biz). But it didn't seem to affect his music. Now he's at rest, but his music will live on.

Wassail!