Traffic guitarist Dave Mason cancels all 2025 tour dates due to 'health issues'
Dave Mason has cancelled all of his remaining shows for the year.
The 79-year-old was one of the founding members of the English rock band Traffic, which came together in 1967.
Their debut album, Mr. Fantasy, was followed by their self-titled 1968 album, which was their most successful in the UK and featured one of their most popular songs, Feelin' Alright?'.
Soon after Dave left the band to pursue a solo career, with Traffic eventually disbanding in 1969.
In the years since Dave became known for songs including Only You Know and I Know and We Just Disagree, whilst also working with George Harrison, the Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton, and Fleetwood Mac.
Although he had a string of shows organised in the United States for the rest of the year, Dave has now announced they've had to be cancelled. https://www.instagram.com/p/DKcxwPgOAWh/
Posting on social media, he shared: 'With deep regret, I must cancel all tour dates for 2025 due to ongoing health issues stemming from the infection I battled in March. I'm incredibly grateful to my team of doctors—this has been challenging territory, to say the least.
'A heartfelt thank you to all the fans, and to my family, band, agents, and the venues who've waited patiently and supported me throughout this journey. Your kind messages have lifted my spirits more than words can express.
'Recovery is a long road. My love for you all runs deep. God bless, Dave.'
Last year Dave also had to postpone a tour after a 'serious heart condition' was discovered during a routine medical check-up in September.
Although he had planned to now go ahead with the shows, he 'contracted a severe infection' in March and has 'courageously' been battling it ever since, according to a press release.
Commenting on the Instagram post, many fans offered their support to the musician.
'You take care Dave! I wish you the very best of health!' Sky wrote.
'Sending healing prayers,' Sheryl shared.
'Praying for a speedy recovery,' Mary added.
Dave's planned shows included a summer tour with Kansas and 38 Special, as well as solo dates throughout August. All tickets will be refunded automatically at point of sale.
On March 14 his team shared that he'd been hospitalised with an infection.
'Hello to all our Dave Mason fans. We want to share that Dave has been hospitalized due to a serious infection that developed quickly,' they wrote in a statement on his social media accounts.
'The entire Dave Mason family, band, and crew deeply appreciate your love and prayers during this time. More Trending
'Tickets for all March, April & May shows will be refunded at the point of purchase. We're all hoping for a swift recovery!'
Dave last played a concert in last year. Earlier in 2024 he'd published his memoir, Only You Know & I Know, and released his 21st solo album, A Shade of Blues.
In 2004 Traffic were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2004. Dave's former bandmate Jim Capaldi died the following year.
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