I should be used to it by now. I’ve lost dozens of musicians and artists that I’ve adored over the years. Never mind the insane group of people we lost at the tender age of 27 (Hendrix, Cobain, Winehouse, Joplin, that asshole from the Doors). It was never some triumphant act that I outlived them. What’s weirder to me is I’ve now outlived Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, George Michael, Robert Palmer, Adam Schlesinger (I may never get over his death), and legendary film critic Gene Siskel. And I’m only a couple of years away from catching up to Prince and Pete Burns.
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