Where music dwells
Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality.
- William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
When Wordsworth penned this ditty back in the 19th century had he, perhaps, experienced a premonition that the Riffmaster was on his way?
Lo and behold at a time of massive upheaval and uncertainty in the world, a child of the moon was born in deepest Dartford. A child like no other, a child with the capabilities to encapture the music he loved and reach out and stir the generations that followed. Many have tried to be him, many more have been inspired by the sounds he created and the life he has led. Accept no impersonators. There is only one.
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