I am off work today which means I have the rare opportunity of paying the media a fraction of my attention.
My eyes burned and tears graced their rims when I when I heard. Yet another transformative musician has died.
Sure, this one was old. It wasn’t cancer. Or an overdose after a long battle with pain and addiction.
But it feels like piling on in an already sucker punch filled week. And leaves me thinking:
“So many graves to fill.
O love, aren’t you tired yet?”