Brownie and Sonny played at a folk club in Blackburn (in the UK) in the mid-60s. When the gig had finished, there was a party at a house nearbye. Brownie played and sang all night long, with a bottle of brandy to hand. Sonny, who was rather tired, wanted to return to his hotel, so a musical colleague of mine and I walked Sonny back to his hotel, made sure he was OK, and then returned to the party. We left after dawn and Brownie was still playing and singing - and the brandy bottle was going down.

A night to remember...