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Philomena Lynott is one of the classiest ladies ever.

I can't wait for 'The Boy Is Back In Town' on Philip's birthday. Not because I'll be there or because it's every other member of Thin Lizzy.

It's because if lots of us are there, perhaps we can prove to Philomena how much we love her son.

Someone asked me at work today how I got into Thin Lizzy. He was an Irishman of the right age to have been a teen in 70s Ireland, so it's not like he had to ask who I was talking about. You should've seen the look on his face when I told him why I was so excited to be going to Dublin again. He asked how someone like me, of my age, got into Thin Lizzy. I just made a generic 'well, I'm weird' answer because...

how do you explain to someone who is essentially a stranger, that it's something that's been in your soul for your entire life? How do you explain that it feels like the music chose me, not the other way around? How do I explain the gnawing ache in my soul that I missed out on dear, sweet, somewhat tragic Philip? How do I explain the deep desire to fuck off back to 1974, attach myself to Thin Lizzy as a drug tsar and make sure he lives to see 1987 and beyond?

If I don't entirely understand it meself, how am I supposed to explain to anyone else?

But someone, I rather suspect Philomena would understand. For all the gnawing ache I feel, she lost her son and that is the tragedy of Philip's life, not that I've got another dead man to love.