Thank you, Mudcat, for enabling this outpouring of memories of Sydney and gratitude for his work.

I first met Sydney in 1967 when I made films for Canadian television about him, Donald Swann, Nadia Cattouse and others involved in the carol/folk renaissance of the time.

I last met Sydney in 1998 when, conscious that he was beginning to succumb to the ravages of Alzheimer's, I filmed him again, along with some of his favorite singers (Maddy Prior, Martin Carthy) performing his work.

I am so glad I did, although with all of this material of this gifted and provocative man it's virtually impossible to generate interest among broadcasters. It's similar to the situation faced by Dick Wolff (above) in his attempts to encourage a reprint of Rock of Doubt.

Condolences to his life partner, Leela and son, Mike. Sydney will live in his music, his recordings, his poetry, and in the memories of us all. Thanks be to God -- or, in the words of one of his classic pieces for TWTWTW -- "to I really don't know who."