Many others have been, or will be, more eloquent than me, but I just
gotta say I was pretty busted up about losing B.B. King.
He was old. He was unwell. We could all see it coming. But when someone has been riffing into the
soundtrack of your life since before you were born, you tend to ignore his
mortality. You expect him to always be
there. You expect the magic to go on
forever.
It will, of course. No one can
take away his music. And no one can
overstate his importance. For that we
should all be grateful. RIP B.B.. You were the King.
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