My Uncle B sent me some post which arrived today. It contained a note, and a couple of local newspaper clippings, relating to the tragic recent death of Chris Dagley, a drummer who Uncle B, my Dad and I used to watch and listen to many years ago when he played with NYJO.
Chris was an amazing musician, with a rare talent - a grin that could light up a room and passion for jazz that completely blew my mind.
I spend many happy Sundays with a bag of nuts and a diet coke at Ruislip Jazz Club, with Dad on one side, nodding his head and tapping his feet and Uncle B on the other supping a beer and reading the papers listening to the belting solo's performed by Chris and a flutist called Lisa, who used to break my heart with her rendition of Somewhere...
I didn't know Chris personally, but my thoughts are with his friends and family.
Here is a quick link to a Chris solo ...enjoy.