Our Aging

And the people we lose along the way.

Dallas Taylor
Glenn Frey
Bowie
Adam Roth

It says more about us that we lament the loss of great music more than actors or other public figures of culture. Perhaps only writers are afforded the same sadness and respect that a musician engenders with their passing.

We know of their talent and that the voice is now stilled. We may revisit old favorites but new material is not forthcoming.
(Unless you are Margaret Atwood - she plans ahead)
And I vehemently dislike the practice of releasing material that was not intended by the artist for public consumption.

Musicians are probably closest to poets in the translation of feelings into lyrics or chord progressions.

Call Me Ginsburg and Howl With Me.

So now I must reconcile my mortality and that of everything I know and love.
At this point, I am still an angry young man. I say - fuck that.
Music endures.
Even if there is no one to hear it.