The Grim Reaper is always busier than normal over the festive season, but it seems particularly cruel to take Chris Rea three days before Christmas... giving crass DJs across the country a dilemma about whether they make that joke or not.
Here's an idea - don't. A great man just died. That shouldn't be an excuse to reach for the lowest hanging fruit.
Yes, I said Great Man. Because although Chris Rea often gets lumped into the Dad Rock category with Dire Straits and Robert Palmer... er... sorry, I'm not sure where I'm going with that, because I like all three of those artists - and not just now that I'm a Dad... I loved them when I was a teenager too. And this is why I'll never be accepted into the Illuminati of Cool Bloggers.
Still, Road To Hell was a cracking album, and I bought my copy long before Alan Partridge did, so stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
By the time he made it really big with that record, Chris had already been kicking around the charts for over a decade, and he'd recorded some cracking tunes along the way. Dad-Rock staples? Who cares? A good tune's a good tune.
So DJs - forget making the obvious remarks about Christopher Anton Rea's Christmas song today. A far better tune to play for Chris right now would be this one...
Tell me there's a heaven
Tell me that it's true
Tell me there's a reason
Why I'm seeing what I do
Tell me there's a heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me they're all happy now
Papa tell me that it's so...
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