Whilst most of my musical heroes’ deaths are sad, I’ll post some links and remember them fondly without getting myself too upset. I have to admit I had a few tears for Roy this morning. His music meant / means a great deal to me.
Know what you mean. I haven’t shed a tear but the news has knocked me way more than I would have expected. Strange. Just sitting in a cafe trying to work out why.
He was one of the very first jazz-funk artists I discovered as a young record collector, and he’s been with me ever since. Over the years, I’ve been able to dig deeper into his catalogue and come to truly appreciate the sheer scale, quality, and consistency of his work. Whenever I’ve heard him being interviewed, he’s always come across as such a modest, genuinely likeable guy which is the icing on the cake. A true hero.
I’m also really glad he got to see, and hopefully benefit from, the release of all that incredible archived material on BBE.
But there’s some other weirdness going on in my head. I don’t want to make this about me so I’ll write it up some other time. Might be of interest to others.
For now, I just wanted to share something from Cross the Tracks '23 (may have been 2022, can’t be arsed to google it). Ayers was playing mid-afternoon in the big tent. The place was packed, and not just the oldies like me and my mates. There were loads of 20-somethings and younger. They were all singing along to the hits, knew all the words.
I put it down to Spotify, YouTube, the algorithm effect. But whatever it was, it was special.
I hear that. When someone who’s made so much music you love dies and there’s so many memories of places / moods / locations you’ve enjoyed their music you actually re-live alot of stuff. Like an evocative smell or something. Powerful. I’m stating the obvious probably.
What a great guy, and life well lived.
Remember hearing running away on a comp when I was 15-16 maybe. Absolutely infectious and beautiful. Not everyone likes that one but I still absolutely love that record (and plenty others).