A year ago I lost my job, felt sorry for myself for 48 hours and then got back on the bus and started my own phenomenally successful (almost) media consultancy. My latest playlist selection was, I thought, entirely random. But today I realised it's not - it's all about me. Or at least me and work - losing, winning and everything in between.
As The Beatles' 'Tomorrow Never Knows' fades out over the PA, the feedback groan of Barrie Cadogan's Gibson splits the air, a white umbilical guitar lead coiling obscenely into the amp. Five minutes into the gig and the band has put a grip on a crowd who twist with delight in the dark womb of the club.
History however is a cruel mistress, and occasionally people get lost in her vaults, ceasing to be recognised for their immeasurable impact and contribution to a particular field. Certainly in the case of modern day music, Michael Bloomfield is the epitome of this, and today his profound influence remains unknown and untold.