Take fifteen minutes of your day to watch my musical hero remind you why you love music so much in the first place. You have fifteen minutes to spare, I promise. This performance happened before I was born and yet it resonates with me like it happened yesterday. It’s a damn shame I didn’t see him perform while he was still alive. His music is still the voice of the struggle which unfortunately lasted longer than his own life did, but I thank it for existing to get me through the hard times that inevitably continue to happen. I hope he found peace in whatever the afterlife brought him.
Now excuse me, I have a bottle of wine to finish.
