I finished work today , a day peppered by texts and calls , I missed the call that mattered but made ammends and spoke to the one person I needed to speak to , I raised a glass at dinner and reminisced with my beautiful partner of days of travel and nights of glory that followed , and after a little to much wine the drowsiness lifted and the harsh reality that someone very special had passed hit me , I wanted to say that , with my emotions bubbling very much to the surface , I wanted to remember those decades and shows and nights that we all spent together , indestructible , laughing and making the music of our dreams , wide eyed vagabonds not quite believing .
I remember the day on arriving back from Sydney, John telling me it was all over and he had enough of “this lark” , that was 24 odd years ago , and how many amazing times were to come , I remember the night with a bottle of champange that tasted like heaven ( the proceeds of a card game ) chewing the fat with the big man , ” so john ” I asked ” who’s your favourite singer ? ” a sip of rum and coke “Paul Weller ” I went further ” who’s is your favourite song writer ? “Paul Weller” , .. ” Ok ” favourite guitarist ? . “Paul Weller” .. ” best drummer ? ” ” Easy , you Whitey ” … ” Best band ? ” … ” Well ” he paused , ” its this fucking band aint it , and then its The Jam “
… Pure pride , pure belief , I remember just a few years back when I first introduced my then new girl to the gang , everyone was on best behaviour , gig time comes and sally gets pride of place next to john a pint sized glass of rum and coke is thrust into her hand without question , the gig began , we sweated and played and sang and created to the best of our abilities as we did every night and sally swore as the final chords died there were tears of pride in his eyes as he turned and said ” my boy and your fella , two hundred songs at the drop of a hat , any day of the week ” at that moment she also fell under the spell .
As life goes on and people depart this world I strongly , strongly believe that the effect of a passing is a reflection of your own mortality , of your own reflections and life and the unwanted glimpse of a mirror held up to your own future . John is in a better place , and my thoughts are with Ann and Nicky and my brother Paul , wonderful memories stretching back to boy hood for me , I’m not ashamed to indulge either as I remember John , by the way the one question that wasn’t answered “Paul Weller ” “Steve White ” or anything related to the world he adored was ? ” Who’s the greatest fighter ” and with the same pride that all the other questions were answered ” easy , Rocky Marciano ” , thanks John for leading the way as we made some amazing music .