Rick Wakeman remembers…
I am so fortunate to have lived through one of the greatest periods of musical diversity, when musicians were viewed and listened to on merit. In the mid sixties I went to see the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band and I was bowled over by their musicianship, amazing humour and great music. Viv was unlike anybody I had ever seen front a band – truth is, there’s unlikely to ever be another. I worked with him in the eighties and deemed it an honour. The man was a lyrical genius, a poet, and on a different plain to the rest of the world. I truly think that if he hadn’t been the genius he was in the world of entertainment, he’d probably have been institutionalised. Music misses him, and I miss him, as do millions of others. He seemed so alive watching him on film at the Bloomsbury Theatre. Perhaps geniuses never die – they just take their gifts elsewhere.
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