- 06 Aug 13
Diagnosed with terminal cancer, the great Wilko Johnson is on the final run-in. As Robbie Robertson put in: “This is sure stirring up some ghosts for me...”
Well, you can take a girl out of the Bronx but you can’t take the Bronx out of a girl. We were standing at the side of the stage in Manchester Free Trade Hall. She had a tattoo of a fierce blue cat on her arm. Written underneath was Willy. She looked like a Ronette.