For the second time in my life my head has been full of John Martyn for a couple of days. The first time was after his concert at Long Lartin prison in Evesham where I was resident for a while in the late eighties and early nineties. (I wrote about it for the Guardian here ) – and now again with his sad passing. The sadness of losing such a gifted and talented individual is exacerabated by his relative youth – 60 is no age these days – but also because his lifestyle had contributed so much to his early demise. Look on the covers of his early albums and you see a good looking, vibrant young man, bursting with energy and life – and hair. He looked like a man that could go on forever. I managed to get a copy of Solid Air  in HMV in Covent Garden at the weekend – it was the only copy left. When I got home the first track I put on was May You Never - at full volume.  Brought back so many memories, of ups and downs. The song always gave me hope – still does. So grateful that John Martyn lived.