I guess im at the age where the people you grew up with start leaving this mortol coil for another. I never really paid much heed to The Everely Brothers until recently, i always knew that they never got on together and likned them to myself in Glenn, not in close harmonay but in discord. They had 10 years apart and then came back for a further 23 years, this bodes well. Apparently they came on stage at the Albert Hall from oposite sides, just like Sam and Dave did once when i saw them at the Mud Club in New York. Brothers in arms but maybe not in hearts, but who really knows. Phil passed away today at the age of 74, tweets were many and heartfelt, like digital flowers by the graveside.Time is too short to walk on stage with grevious angels and sacks full of resentment. This morning i reviecved an email from a friend who has only days to live, when i last saw him he was fading in stature but not in heart, a fine organist, pianist and freind. As you get older the garden you walk in begins to lose its beauty and flowers you once took for granted begin to disapear, the colour of the garden becomes incomplete. When i play the Everly Brothers songs in my head i hear sweet and sour songs of love, and on earlier albums songs of gamblers murderers and cheats. They copied The Lurvin Brothers in harmony and in style, well dressed story tellers with loaded guns under their belts. In turn they were copied by The Beatles then Simon and Garfunkle and later by Nick Lowe and Dave Edmonds. Not the soundtrack to my life perhaps but there in so many ways to reflect how it could be done, and how wonderful simple songs can be. Death is part of life, without one there is not the other, both they are vital parts of the journey. Being 60 this year brings with it refelction, the next big one is being 70, the one after that 80 and the one after that, who knows. The bonus years. 20 years plus. Im happy to place myself in the arms of destiny, im learning all the while how to let go and let live, how to exchange inner messages with external beliefs. Its not the final curtain, its not the end of the road as the songs live on forever, Dream, dream dream dream, Dream. Wake Up Little Suzy, wake up. Cathy’s clown was my favourite song by the Everely brothers, it came out when i was 7 years old, i was living in a Prefab and all the music i heard then resonates with me now. Songs can be like smells, they link you to a perfect place and time. In this case home. Perhaps Phil is home now, at peace with the World.