One for the Old Man.

So this was the last picture that the previously inseparable Family Hall posed for, Me post gig watching someone or other (hence that hair) about to see the man child to my left do what he does best with proud parents bookending the fruits of their labour (and loins).

To say I miss my dad would be a crushing understatement, he was the archetypal culture snob that handed down the tools to me for what I craft here on a nearly daily daily basis now. 

Miss you pop.