A short farewell and final salute to the legend in chief Andrew Weatherall
Reflecting on what feels has been quite a surreal week, on Monday 17th February – it was announced that musician, DJ, record producer and all round top gent Andrew Weatherall died suddenly at the age 56.
His management wrote in a statement: “We are deeply sorry to announce that Andrew Weatherall, the noted DJ and musician passed away in the early hours of this morning, Monday 17 February 2020, at Whipps Cross Hospital, London. The cause of death was a pulmonary embolism. He was being treated in hospital but unfortunately the blood clot reached his heart. His death was swift and peaceful.”
Our thoughts and respects are with his family and many many friends.
Having been lucky enough to have enjoyed his music as a fresh faced raver way back when, and gone on to have the opportunity to DJ in support of him on quite a few occasions over the years. It suffices to say he was a kind and exceptionally funny person, who was willing to share great stories and quite a few interesting production tips.
Rather than try to say more than is needed – take the time to read some of the amazing tributes that have been published over the last few days:
- The Guardian
- Resident Advisor
- Mixmag
- DJ Mag
- Test Pressing
- The Quietus
- Crack Magazine
- Rolling Stone
- NME
- The Vinyl Factory
- BBC
‘Fail we may, sail we must’
Possibly one of his finest motos (not to mention tattoos he sported), we thought we’d leave you with his words on the matter:
“It was handily capsulated by a fisherman I met in County Cork. This young lad picked me up for the gig and he was 21 and a trawlerman. He wanted to know about the glamourous world of DJing, to which I said, It’s bollocks, it’s disco’s, tell me about tales of the sea. He told me about being 18 in a force nine gale. His father, the captain, broke his leg so he had to captain the ship. I was thinking, I couldn’t even look after myself at that age let alone a trawler boat in a force 9 gale. I asked him, are there times when you get up in the morning and you can’t be arsed? And he said, ‘fail we may, sail we must’. Which led to me spending hundreds of pounds and a lot of pain having it tattooed up the sides of my arms.”
