Luke how glad I am that our paths have crossed for that brief window of
consciousness that is given to us between
Iike two great mysteries.
you were no self effacing rustic waiting to be craved to sing soft sad love stags.
you were
as strident as a street in Cricklewood, as brash as a Dubliin
Hackney driver and you took delight in what you sang. joy
and anger mixed
in a powerful blend - that was your hallmark - then as always -joy is the
act of singing - anger in
the words that spoke of injustice.
you vane from the mould of the great columaneists who knew it was right to
rail against
the tyranny of class and privilege.
So what signifies? Not signifies is that you fulfilled your purpose - that
you did not Stint in the giving of the
talent that was unequally yours.
Had you been a blade of grass you would have been eery green and very tall
and very
pointed because all things must be what they are to their fullness
And when in the future there an those who want to hear,
not the froth
of fashon by the pop song of the month, but the timeless vision of the true
story told, they will listen
to you Lukey - you and your likes, if there are such
