What a lovely man he was. He came to mind just this week when a friend in hospice (a fine musician and songwriter) mentioned that one of his favorite memories was drinking wine in my living room with John Renbourn after John had done a memorably brilliant concert for Celtic Ceol. I remembered that so clearly myself: he was the only person I've ever let smoke in my house. I was amused that it took him about three minutes to smoke the cigarette that he'd taken about 20 minutes to put together. Never saw anyone roll a tobacco smoke before that. He was such a delight to have stay with me, and invited me to look him up if I were ever again in England, and gave me his home contact information. I never got back to England, but did have a chance to see him perform one more time, with Jacquie McShee, at Nighttown in Cleveland Hts.

One of the stellar musicians of his generation and a genuinely nice man. I feel lucky to have had the privilege of meeting him.

Joanne in Cleveland, Ohio