David Vick

Kurt’s my man

This week I am handing over the column to David Vick, who has contributed what I regard as the best (so far) of all the Top Tens I have received.

issue 01 May 2010

This week I am handing over the column to David Vick, who has contributed what I regard as the best (so far) of all the Top Tens I have received. Sound in judgment and admirably wide-ranging, Vick has in particular introduced me to Kurt Elling, an amazing jazz vocalist, still only in his early forties, of whom I had never previously heard. Having checked Elling out on Spotify, it’s clear that he is a superb artist, and I have now ordered several of his CDs. Trust me, trust David Vick. This guy is sensational and I cannot understand why he is so little known. Now, over to you, Mr Vick.

Charles Spencer

First up must be, of course, Dylan. He and I have been, in the words of his latest album title, together through life. The man is, quite simply, the greatest genius of our generation. I have 783 Bob Dylan tracks on my iPod, which pretty much conveys the enormity of his contribution to music and to my life.

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