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I walked into the Neptune one Sunday afternoon some years ago, you were there tuning instruments and twiddling knobs. Then you began to sing, it was like stepping out of an ordinary afternoon into a David Lynch film. You sang with such feeling, tears rolled involuntarily down my face. You expressed something I can’t find words for even now. It was an afternoon I will never forget.

J Parker