Last weekend I rushed to pen my tribute to George Jones – and I must admit a motivation was the concern that in this day and age no one might notice the death of a man whose highest ever chart placing even in the US had been #53.

It seems this week I needn’t have worried – no less a luminary than Keith Richards took the unusual step of going public with his thoughts.

Is this perhaps the greatest epitaph ever given who penned it?

Last month marked the 16th anniversary of The Notorious B.I.G’s death and as a result the internetz provided us with some great little B.I.G themed projects to celebrate the life and rhymes of arguably one of the greatest emcees of all-time .

To be honest I never dug Dave Brubeck too much. He just didn’t fit into my “jazz iconography” file – sort of, not “cool” enough. I sort of resented the fact that this school teacher type of guy had been the first jazz cat to feature on the cover of Time magazine (even though it happened way before my life time in 1954 there was still “beef”)

 

I guess there are some people that you just don’t think will die. I mean, I think you know they will and even must, but it doesn’t figure that one way they won’t be there. It’s usually your grandma or someone like that – you don’t want to think it and somehow you wish it away. And when it happens it sort of makes no sense.

Somehow Terry Callier was a person like that to me. So the news of his passing came as something of a surprise.