I have just watched Nile Rodgers from Glastonbury whilst imbibing my chemotherapy. Who would have thought, in 1976, when I was an angry young man, that the technology would exist for me to watch such a performance, on a wireless device I held in my hand. I remember discovering disco music. I had been bought up on rock and roll, prog rock and most recently punk. We were sat in Ollie Bennet's front room in De Freville Avenue, someone had a copy of an album by The Commodores, we played Brickhouse continually for nearly an hour. That was the start of a quest of discovery, possibly culminatiing in Chic, Le Freak. It remains one of my all time favourite pieces of music.
So whilst I bopped along to the Glastonbury performance I googled Nile Rodgers. I know he is on tour and I thought there might be the remote chance of a performance that isn't sold out. What was the first thing I found, this. So he has cancer, he writes a blog. Looks like he could well be on a final tour. Look at his hits, in his own name, for others and as a producer. Look at the film soundtrack and video game credits. What a man. The Glastonbury performance has a rhythm section like a steam train, brass beyond belief and such a great variety of great tunes.