I met Todd at Vintage TV the other week, he was very kind and I was in awe as I recalled how much joy his music has given to me over the years. Something Anything, Wizard a true star. I was in the shadow of this lovely gifted person. We talked on camera about his music and how it accompanied my romantic early life with strangers taller than me. She was a nanny for a family in a posh part of Blackheath, I was out of my depth. From a few drinks in the Three Tons we waded across the Heath to my dark flat. Out came the dope, on went the music, and there we lay stoned like washed up logs on a beech. She was tall and I was small, very small, I put my arm around her and begun to play side one of Wizard a true star, I knew it was long enough to give me the time to put my arm around her and reach for her breasts. I hoped he rest. Would happen before needed to turn the album over. Norwegian wood. We fell asleep half way through side one, I woke up some months later and dreamt of a future when music would run forever on a music player without having to change it. The I pod arrived all too late. The tall one went home and I went back to the. pub to try it again, this time with a short red head from Lewisham, she was angry and instead of allowing me access to her jumper she walked home alone having shouted that she hated Todd Rundgren and wanted to listen to Hawkwind instead, I refused her taunt and fell asleep.Todd’s album Healing was a great cure for hangovers, his new age sidestep, well ahead of its time and mine too. Healing was far in the distant. I pretended to understand. And then soon after he went that a way, and I lost track of his prog rock attack. I much preferred the lyrical deep and meaningful majestic melodic and frankly brilliant song book. Last year I went to see his Wizard a true star show, costumes and all. I loved it, it was so wonderful, it took me back to the jumpers. Something Anything was another great album, almost every track on this double album kept me focused on the job in hand, this time to be like him. Sadly i was never like him, i could never hack long studio hours or multi organise. It was a deep pleasure to meet him and catch his smile, I would love him to produce Squeeze, he would give us a taste of the other side. Mike Reid hosted the program and had him play the Beatles song rain, Mike played along, albeit a little below pitch. I was asked to sing along, but like all good church goers I mouthed what I thought would have been my part. Bring back the album, the jumper and the Three Tons.