You see the thing is, I used to know Tony. Wouldn’t have described him as a friend; but he was this guy who used to come over and get stoned with my flatmate so I must have made him a cup of tea or two. And I suppose, because he was a few years older and had done some exciting stuff with proper musicians and actually seemed to make a living from it, that I was a wee bit in awe of him. He just seemed to know what was going on. He seemed so London.
And then, by some weird chance, I came across this film.
The Musician and his Soul from Eoin Macken on Vimeo.