PORTRAIT OF: THE LOVE IS FOR HIS DEATH.

He's old and he's dead and that is why I like him. His voice lacked anything of interest to me and I never felt a spark with his music. But still, here he is. A man. Born, loved, dead. There is more there but right now not much else matters beyond that.

The respect isn't for his music, which is of little consequence, it was the man and his ability to create and be loved that fills me. That is enough to say, "His blood is out there, driven into the earth. His fire and size still exists and I will find it and grow into a human statue."