Gil Scott Heron, the man with the voice to break your heart, died yesterday afternoon in New York. What a beautiful, mesmerising figure. I'm watching I'm New Here and fighting back the tears. There's gravel and ancient pain and a world of things witnessed woven through his voice, etched on to his face. And any recording you listen to is one you don't want to hear come to an end. But it has and that is wretched. His music moved me so deeply. I wish I could thank him for it.