I was gutted to hear about the death of Gary Moore. I haven't listened to his music in a long time, but it was a large part of my growing up.
I always tell people that my favourite smell is the smell of ironing, because when I was a kid and I'd play in the back garden during summer my mum used to stand in the kitchen with the door open doing the ironing, and the smell instantly takes me back to that. What I remembered yesterday was that the only thing I remember her listening to then was Empty Rooms, and that song brings back the same memories.
I performed The Loner as one of my solo pieces for GCSE music, years ago, and I've always loved it. So here you go. RIP Gary Moore.