Personal because Claude Coleman Jr. was a close friend, absolute gentleman, and legendary drummer.

And also shit at table football. You’d think a professional drummer would have hand-eye co-ordination, but you would be sadly, sadly mistaken.

Claude is the drummer in Ween, and later Eagles of Death Metal, whilst being kind of hot at graphic design, which is how I met him. He’s kind of hot anyway.

Which is the song?

I’ll go with Call Your Own. A simple love song to an unborn infant.

And I’ll leave you with my memory of Claude walking into the office in Kentish Town where we worked, which was the Jewish News, and what was then totallyjewish dot com. Dude strutted in, surveyed the room full of writers and misfits and said quite loudly, in his upstate New York drawl: “Damn! Jewish women got it goin’ on!”

You ain’t wrong Claude. But only he could get away with that.

It’s kind of personal for me too. Not least because I got to meet Zoë on one of my very first shifts working at Colchester Arts Centre. Which is where I kinda fell in love with her, and loaded up on her impressive merch, in some sort of findom Stockholm Syndrome trance, presumably. But more accurately, she is a beautiful artist and thoroughly lovely person.

Which is the song? Well, Who Knows Where the Time Goes is a little too personal. We played the Fairport Convention original at my sister’s funeral and so I can’t ever listen to that song again. And nobody can ever come close to Sandy Denny anyway.

Can you cover a Joni Mitchell song and get away with it? Apparently so. Zoë’s interpretation of Both Sides Now nails it.

But I’ll go with Joanne. Apparently by Lady Gaga originally. Not an artist I’ve invested a lot of time in learning about, but the song is an emotional killer, and Zoë will show you why.