The pretense of hope is over and the news is bitter - my friend Danny died today.
I want to write something uplifting about his life and his music, a tribute to the kind of man and musician he was but all I feel is emptiness and a dismal free floating anger. To a part of me, his death doesn't seem quite real yet while another part is weighted down at the unfairness and pain of it.
I hope he is some place where there is spicy food and a guitar, some place where there is applause, laughter and love, where the skies are clear and he doesn't have to play for the door.
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