What a gut punch! I’ve been seeing this man in concert, buying his albums, reviewing his albums and imagining in some way that this artist, whose work has become a constant in my life, would always be there. But along comes the inevitable finale and the gut punch that this wonderful artist is also a human being. One takes for granted sometimes that in some way they will always be there, that another concert or recording will be there. And then it isn’t.
There is great comfort in the fact that his art will live on. It will live on in his 23 or so albums but, more importantly, he lives on in the experience of his audience. The delight of his inventiveness, his humor, his genial presence will always live in my heart and in the soundtrack that plays in my head.
I generally don’t feel obliged to write eulogies but for some reason (or reasons) I find his passing to be rather marvelously impactful. Thank you to all of his collaborators, friends, and family. Thank you to the producers who have lovingly preserved his legacy in a bunch of great recordings. And thank you to the anonymous fellow audience members and music buyers and listeners who supported this wonderful artist over the years.
Peace, health, and music for as long as we can.
