Over the years, and long before my time, we have seen many a rocker come and go. Thursday evening, as everyone who hasn't been hiding from the real world already knows, Michael Jackson joined that not-so-fortunate list.
I'm not writing this blog to moan and groan over Jackson's death, so it's safe to keep reading. I'm writing to ask you all to take a moment and reflect over your life and answer a question that might not be so simple.
Which rocker's death has had the most profound affect on your life? Anyone who stands out in your memory, maybe? Like where you were when John Lennon died, or maybe Elvis, Morrison or even Shannon Hoon.
For me I'm not sure and I've thought about this all day.
The first that I recall was the death of Stevie Ray Vaughan. It was 1990, and I had just gotten out of school for the day. My mom, an avid Stevie fan, and I were heading to Hardees in Sikeston for one of those fantastic pizza pockets that no one seems to remember them having. It came across the radio as we were getting out of the car.
It wasn't a super-emotional time or anything like that, but it was the first time I realize that people like that really die. I was 10 and up until then I guess I just assumed that famous people were above those pesky things in life. Like, well, you know, death.
So, what do you think? Any special memories stand out in your mind that you want to take a minute and reflect on?