Three years ago this weekend we were saddened to hear of the passing of that fantastic fellow, musician and film-maker Colin Vearncombe who many will know by the chosen musical moniker of Black. It’s so sad when people of such rare skills are taken from us early and all we can do is revel in the beauty and joy that their music brought us. I saw him a few times in more recent years and was lucky enough to meet him, albeit briefly across the merch’ table, a number of times. Sometimes is okay to meet your heroes, especially when they exceed your expectations.
His music has been playing a lot this weekend at Dancing Towers and this, for me, remains one of his finest, most bitter sweet and sonically gorgeous moments.