For all of us, the death of a musical icon who we admire stirs our emotions. Maybe we saw them live at a concert. Or we wished that we had. Perhaps our parents introduced us to them as a teenager and it was a rare moment of common understanding. It is wave that touches so many in different ways.
But for some, the death of an artist is painful. It creates a hole. The person you will never meet. They will never play again. Now it is only memories. It is a privilege of an artist that they can express this. But it is also a burden. How do you do justice to this person. A human. An artist. An inspiration. Am I worthy of immortalizing my idol? Can I show this in public? I must do it for myself. This is how my emotions are expressed. But can I put this in front of other eyes? Will they see them in the same way?
Of course not. These beautiful people had an indescribable impact on countless individuals. I can only hope to capture a feeling of what they meant to me. The colour that they added to my life.
