It is not getting easier.
In some times more than others it is or seems increasingly a burden to feel so little.
In times like these I wouldn’t know what I ought to feel and in fact am bewildered in lieu thereof.
This master taught me to treat my precious mess with respect and compassion, like a sword and like a mistress to be repaid tenfold down the road.
It took me years to have begun to understand his deglorifying subliminal sensation.
Few lived music comparably.
Few had the chance.
Few suffered this much.
Few had so much to give.
He had and he did.
I, for my part am grateful.
Although I would have wished to see him one time live on stage before I died.
He beat me to it.
The world will miss his talent and for those who did not knew him at all, let me change that for you.
After this short eulogy will be appended his most famous concert. It is not in the least bit his best performance, but most know do him due to it and I would not want you to miss some of the worlds greatest musicians and creators.
Enjoy his work and raise your next glass to him, for mine will be the bottle.
I salute the man who played the guitar before muttering a word, Paco de Lucia.
To the tired and the restless.