Oh Dear God in Heaven, why, oh why, could you not have stricken Phil with a vocal cord injury instead? I don't think I've ever read anything as recently chilling as this line: "But don't worry, I can still sing."
Now, Phil deserves his props as a drummer. In early Genesis, he was absolutely amazing and had an intuitive grasp of complex time signatures. He rocked. He drank lots. He sang backup to Peter Gabriel and ironically wore overalls on stage.
Now, sadly, it's all "Buster" soundtracks for the lot of us.
Read the painful, spine-numbing details here.
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Suss-suss-suss-spinal cord. Ouch. Maybe he'll cut an all-injury-theme EP of reworked Genesis and solo covers:
I Can't Dance
Face Dances (Nothing Else Will Move)
Groovy Kind of Pain Meds
(There Must be Some) Missed Vertebrae
And don't forget "Land of Contusions"
Ooh, and "Invisible Touch (Can't Feel My Fingers)"
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