Richard Hawley’s vintage balladry may have made him a star, but he insists that he’ll never lose touch with his working-class Sheffield roots
Richard Hawley can still remember his sense of awe as he opened up the guitar case. His steelworker father, probably displaying a fine grasp of psychology, had told him it was the one thing in the house he must never touch.
As soon as he had a day off school, however, the five-year-old boy went rummaging under the sofa to see what all the fuss was about. ‘‘It was a 1963Fender Stratocaster, but to me...
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