Gutted to hear of the death of one half of the Everly Brothers this morning. I met Phil Everly at an end-of-tour party in London at the end of the eighties and he was the divinest man, utterly charming.

This may not seem very Pulp-related but it is for me, because every time I hear a nice bit of harmonising in a Pulp song, I think of the Everlys, who set the standard.