“Heeghhelle-huh!” - A word about Stoddy

How can I find sufficient words to describe the maelstrom of emotions all those who loved Ian have been through on learning of his death?

Mere words and paper cannot suffice to chart a testament to the life of Ian - the most beautiful of us all, nor even will the softest, gentlest words I have provide comfort to the hearts of those who grieve this cruel loss.

To Ann - he was her beautiful boy, to Jess- her wonderful husband, to Ida and Hal - he was a superhero - one of the few truly worthy to sup from a ‘Best Dad In The World’ cup.

For us, his friends and musical collaborators, he was simply music and laughter made man. Our brother: a humble man who served us with his energy, skills and talent in the support of our art. His love, deep knowledge and passion for music apparent and more vibrant than the radiant shirts he loved to wear. His highs and lows, the heartbeat of the soundtrack to our lives.

I’m sure he may have had his faults but I never saw what they might be - and any times we were caught in a tempest, his passion and moral compass were always evident as he navigated us to peace and understanding.

Ian was an enigma - the paradox of being a selfless man, a champion for the art of others - a drummer? a sideman? No, don’t be duped for one second- he was always the front man - he was the shining star - he is “The Guy” they are referring to in all those great songs. Cooler than Elvis - fuck yeah!

The person who best described Ian Stoddart was the legendary godfather of soul, James ‘Boogie’ Brown - who had the great pleasure to meet him, albeit briefly, when playing at T in the Park.

Ian happened to come out of his trailer at the same time the fur-trimmed -gold fretted Brown did his and upon seeing the legend, an elated Ian exclaimed: “James Brown!”

Upon seeing Stoddy, Brown gave the enigmatic reply: “Heeghhelle-huh!”.

“Heeghhelle-huh!” - what the F’** could that mean?

For years Ian told the story, believing that he had been unfortunate in not comprehending the words of the great musician.

In retrospect, I believe that the iconic godfather of soul was simply rendered lost for words upon comprehending the legend that is The Stod.

“Heeghhelle-huh!” Ian Stoddart.