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Guitarist Of The Week


At my age it is a regrettable fact that I find myself going to funerals with increasing frequency – at least it is an opportunity to wear a whistle. It is even more tragic when the person who has died is younger than you and had immeasurably more talent.

Last Tuesday TOWT and I trekked out to the Badlands of Essex – Hainault – to attend the surprisingly uplifting Humanist funeral of her cousin, the rock guitarist, Michael Casswell who died in a tragic swimming accident aged just 53. The celebration was standing room only and as well as family and friends there were musos in attendance including Tony Hadley (Spandau Ballet) and Limahl (Kajagoogoo).

I only met Michael on a handful of occasions – usually funerals – but to use the cabbie’s vernacular I had him in my car once when I drove him to Stansted airport to fly off for a gig after his Dad’s funeral. We had a great chat about music, influences and styles.

As well as being an accomplished session musician, he had astonishing technical ability and was always keen to pass on his knowledge via his popular Licklibrary videos.

As Joni Mitchell sang, “you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone”. Click the link to hear a track from his latest album, Complaints about the noise

Michael, rest in peace.


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