Today I’m thumbing through tracks for a gig I wish wasn’t happening. Playing tunes for someone who should be there to hear them. Who always was there when I played. His stylish, glorious self either nodding approval at a new tune or (much later) drunkenly asking for a classic filled with ‘a little love’. Clubbing without him is gonna be strange, no in-fact its gonna … Continue reading Giving more than a ‘little love’ for Simon Seivewright