is this how it starts?

 

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

Putting it mildly (and personally), a case of information overload. Messages sent, messages delivered and Youtube videos to say the least. The temptation to become a glutton of grief.

But let's just come out and say it. Fuck it, I'd rather have them both back alive and no more information about my heroes dying from now on please.