You do it to me nicely…

I remember sitting alone in my apartment, in Brooklyn in Auckland one night in the late 1970s, listening to Soon Forward over and over again, trying to work out how one voice could be so achingly beautiful…..

It’s a question I was, across three decades of almost obsessive fandom, unable to answer. And regardless of the darkness that seemed to envelop and surround him, there will likely never be another like it.

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