You will be missed.

I am incredibly thankful that I was introduced to the music of John Martyn. Music producer Jim Tullio introduced me to his music, and, to my bottomless gratitude, the man himself.

I was in Jim's studio late one night back in high school (a good friend had an internship with Jim and I was merely tagging along, trying to soak up some knowledge) and the phone rang. Jim talked to whomever was on the line for a minute and then said into the phone, "Hang on, there's someone here that wants to talk to you," and then he handed the phone to me. Perpelexed, i took the phone and was greeted by the deep and gregarious Scottish burr of John Martyn himself. I can't remember what I said- probably nothing of much import. But the moment was thrilling- I was talking to John Martyn! All the way from London! (Or somewhere)!

Thank you Jim, for the literally once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

And John, I think I can speak for myself, Dave and Bobby when I say: thank you for the music, every glorious note of it.



(Sorry, but the really good performance of this tune on YouTube has embedding disabled.)