was so terrible.
Britain. Ex leader of Fairport Convention. I knew that he had hearing problems from playing in front of amplified speakers, but I didn't know that he was suffering from emphysema from years of being a heavy smoker and playing in smoke filled venues. Turns out he had a double lung transplant in 2007 in good old National Health Service Britain. He is no longer confined to a wheelchair, and has a new lease on life and on playing. For old folkies such as myself this is good news. He's another person whom I've met and played a little with, though there were about 3 guitar players including me, as well as the bass and drums, but it's a nice memory, and something I've had to share with my son. I got a chance to spend a couple of hours after a Fairport gig with the band with Sandy Denny (in a very black mood), Trevor Lucas an Aussie guitarist and vocalist, who was her husband, and the source of the mood, the really hot Nashville guitar player named Jerry Donahue who later became part of the Hellacasters, and Dave Mattacks and Dave Pegg on bass. An evening fuelled by Newcastle Brown Ale and me keeping my mouth shut and listening to story after story. A great night, and a great memory.
I remember Swarb, as he is known, complaining about his amp being placed too high on top of the speaker stack and the roadie, a Yorkshireman calling him "a fookin' dwarf" in a very good natured way. Swarb is only about 5 foot 5.
Sing hallelujah for his new lease on life.