Just back from the vacation and heard the news that Tony Wilson is Dead. I got a bit misty eyed and hoped that somewhere there was a town cryer shouting here-yee here yee, Anthony H. Wilson, manager of the Happy Mondays, financier of Unknown Pleasures, Twat, Genius, Hero, is Dead... when you think of all the shit the man did, the music he helped bring, fuck he put the Pistols on t.v. which in turn led to how many great bands forming? let's just say dumb luck is better than no luck at all, so Thanks Tony, some of us get lucky like you and end up surrounded by genius, Curtis, Ryder, Hooky, Gretton, Barnie, fucking Bez, so all in all it wasn't a bad ride and every one of us always wants it to go on longer, ironically on the day he passed i was staring at the sunset over South America, drink in hand, Cuban cigar in the other and doing my best Peter Hook in Monaco imitation.
Cancer sucks, so maybe the way he went was a bit of a reprieve from the suffering that is the Big C, Say hi to Mr. Curtis for us Tony, thanks.