The Rod Stewart of the mid-‘70s – hard boozin’, soccer playin’, tartan wearin’, perpetually positively priapic with a dolly bird hanging off every arm (and leg) – might have seemed an unlikely figure to first write and then make a massive hit out of this poignant tale of a killing of a gay man senselessly murdered in New York City. But Rod was always down with the gays and, at a time when prejudice in the straight, macho world of rock ‘n’ roll was rife, it was pretty brave of him to stick his neck out so steadfastly. The Georgie in question here was not only a close personal friend but Rod was also, lest we forget, conducting something of a bromance at the time with fellow superstar Elton John. Their nicknames for one another? ‘Sharon’ and ‘Tracy’!
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