The LP is not, as previous FabricLive releases have been, a mix LP. Three days later, as you will know, Lonnie Donegan was dead, and when Nick from Fabric (that's how we think of him) phoned to ask for a dedication for the sleeve of the LP I had compiled for the FabricLive series, Lonnie's name came immediately to mind. This, I felt, as we said goodbye to Lonnie, was the closest I'd ever get to singing with the man whose first hit crucially predated Elvis's first hit by four months, the man whose work so irritated my father that he attempted, in turn, to irritate me by always referring to him as "Lolly Dolligan", the man who, for me, pressed the start button on a life of at times irrational pleasure in popular music. " Then Lonnie joined me for the final line: "Couldn't tell whichaway Lost John gwine." As we left, and for reasons I have already forgotten, I started quoting a verse from his 1956 hit, Lost John: "Lost John need a pair of shoes of his own," I started. Nevertheless, he was perky enough to offer to teach me to play guitar next time we met, and to sign for me a recent compilation album of some of his best-known tunes. When we reached his room, Lonnie looked unwell and, in the middle of the afternoon, was still in his dressing-gown. I was tired, had a bad back myself and felt profoundly anti-social, but Louise and Dave, variously producer and production assistant on my Radio 1 programme, persuaded me to trudge grumpily on up the hill to the Holiday Inn anyway.
We had been supposed to see the legendary skiffler at a soundcheck the afternoon before, but a bad back had delayed him and the opportunity had been lost. On Thursday 31, the three of us were prowling the streets of old Nottingham when the call came that Lonnie Donegan hoped we would have time to visit him at the Holiday Inn. This latter was, as you might imagine, something of a misnomer, but it gave your toppermost of the poppermost radio buddies an opportunity to fill each other's hotel rooms with cockerels, so answered a need of sorts.
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