YOU WILL SURELY LOVE AGAIN by CHRIS WILSON Tribute by John Butler
We mourn the dead, but if they touched us in some way they never really die.
We mourn the dead, but if they touched us in some way they never really die.
Weād run out of petrol returning from Mildura. Mobile phones were an invention of the future. We couldnāt even see a house light in the distance, let alone a public phone.
Iām standing at the end of a long queue talking to a complete stranger. We both agree we never do this sort of thing. Myself, Iāve generally abided that warning about meeting your heroes.
In this age where thereās supposedly no such thing as bad publicity, where every mundane detail of life can serve as grist to the celebrity mill, the rarest commodity of all is a genuine sense of mystery. Because he was dead long before he was famous, Robert Johnson will never lose his mystery.
Itās the middle of winter. Never mind, weāre wearing shorts and thongs. The sky is an unbroken plain of blue. Well, not entirely unbroken. Here and there, a pillar of white smoke plumes from a cane mill.