OH NO! I am so sorry to hear this - one of the great lights of the folk scene has gone out. I have very many happy memories of his club and his warmth and humour - including a freezing snow-bound New Year's Eve when he went out in the winter weather in a kilt with the bare legs, which didn't stop him dancing all night. He'll be in some good musical company up there in Heaven. And he will live on down here through the beautiful songs he wrote. Generations of Change is sung a lot in these parts. Now his season has turned too.

Going to pour a drink now and raise a parting glass to Matt. There's no face-icon sad enough.

We'll walk through the fields that my father once tilled
Talk to the old men who once sailed with me
Man it's been awfully good, I've shown them all I could
Of the past and the present, what the future might be