Those who still do

It feels right to idolise the ones I’ve seen grow up around me. I could say the likes of George Carroll Wilson make me sick with envy. And that might be fair… but of course they don’t. They are a living affirmation of why this artform matters. Here he is, steeped in musical DNA and wiping the floor with all-comers.

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