I first met Paul fifty years ago and I have already known him for four lifetimes. The first was as the flamboyant music columnist, the iconic critic of Rock’n’Roll who made us discover all the emerging music of those crazy years, the sixties and the seventies. Following that, as artistic director of the mythical Palace: at the time of memorable evenings when the great names of soul, pop, disco appeared there.
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