This site is in memory of my long-time collaborator John Gill with whom I passed many happy hours making new music and discussing the world until it was upside-down and back-to-front.Equality, I would say, was the order of the day. Equal but different.
I never appreciated him enough, so, there is an unreasonable guilt in me, maybe. I didn't expect him to move on quite so soon. We took no rush with it.
Eddie Fenn played guitar because he popped in but I played, too, on Chisel, for example, both Edd and I played. John would make tracks, he would talk about a valve for an hour, he knew everything about Soviet politics and we would talk twice as much as record (which is rare with me). John died of cancer within three weeks of diagnosis.
Towards the end of his life, he was "recruited" for undercover work which he could not speak of... "My name's Gill, John Gill", I used to rib him.
The beauty of it was the attention to sound. Like with no-one else, we could listen until our ears sucked with senses addicted to detail and every nuance was deliberate. I have taken the early rough tracks and reproduced them here because of technological demands but I know John won't mind. He's there working from the other side as I continue in the world of music in spacetime.We agreed to do that and, if there was a way across or through, we would find it.
John Hyatt 2007
