So in my mind it was a freak of nature. My best friend for over 30 years dies. Along with his passing the music died, the massive exchange of information on a daily basis died, but moreover and most importantly the humor died, which may have been a blessing because he made me laugh so hard I couldn't function. I just lay down on the ground, in pain and begging him to stop.
January 10 this year. Jeff Beck dies. Sure it's rock n roll he played but the tremolo bends, the pinched harmonics with tremolo bends and his use of slide - techniques to name a few certainly changed the face of music. Certainly changed the face of my music.
That night I watched him play Where Were You - Live at Ronnie Scott's. Sure, majestic and beautiful, but there is one moment around 1:40 when he unleashes the power. Now every time I see this I stomp my feet as a form of joyous celebration - then I start to cry.
So is this how it happens from now on? I am at the age where my heroes start dying? There is a paradox in the age of now we are living in. I have some issue with the new Ricky Gervais series After Life. He had a computer filled with videos of the time with his former partner. The paradox is I would give anything that similar files existed in relation to my best friend. At the same time I would give anything that similar files never existed in relation to my best friend
