The brooding, black-clad singer bridged a stark divide that emerged in the recording industry in the 1950s, as post-Elvis pop singers diverged into two camps and audiences aligned themselves with either the sideburned rebels of rock 'n' roll or the cowboy-hatted twangsters of country music.

A funereal fog cloaked the Scottish capital Thursday, but nothing could dampen the ardour of Edinburghers to have their say about Scotland’s future.

Young-generation patrons seem to be as fascinated watching the more mature dancers cut a rug.

I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself.