Pek

When the wind cries out my name

And time has come for me to die

Then wrap me in my cape

And lay my sword down at my side

Then place me on a ship of Oak

And let it drift with tide

Let the flames purify my soul

On its way to hall up high

My life would have been very different without you mate.

Time to add a bit more I suppose.

Pek was a local legend; he was in Disattack before they were Carcass; he promoted so many gigs at Planet X and was then security guard at Quiggins for years.

That's it in a nutshell, total crust warrior.

I didn't know him that well; well enough to let onto and have a drink with, he was good friends with my friends.

Like most people my age, my overwhelming memories of Pek are of trying to look at least seven years older when he walked past me at whatever gig we had managed to get into in Planet X in it's Hanover Street incarnation.

It was funny the first time a mutual friend introduced me to him years later, they said "Here's Pek" and I didn't have to run off to the toilets.

Anyway, enjoy some Disattack here and here, and drink some fucking scrumpy for the lad.

(read the comments on the second blog post)