June 24, 2016
(Not sure if all the links work anymore, but... nothing lasts forever.)
Ten years ago on this date the world became a less intelligent, less lively, dimmer and more lonely place.
You are not forgotten, Acidman.
Who draws the crowd and plays so loud, baby it's the guitar man
Who's gonna steal the show, you know baby it's the guitar man
He can make you love, he can make you cry
He will bring you down then he'll get you high
Somethin' keeps him goin' miles and miles a day
To find another place to play.
Night after night who treats you right, baby it's the guitar man
Who's on the radio, you go listen to the guitar man
Then he comes to town and you see his face
And you think you might like to take his place
Somethin' keeps him driftin' miles and miles away
Searchin' for the songs to play.
Then you listen to the music and you like to play along
You want to get the meaning out of each and every song
Then you find yourself a message and some words
To call your own and take them home.
He can make you love, he can get you high
He will bring you down then he'll make you cry
Somethin' keeps him movin' but no one seems to know
What it is that makes him go.
Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
But he never seems to notice he's just got to find
Another place to play, either way got to play
Either way got to play
I remember this day.
And I remember Rob. I enjoyed sharing his life.
You are missed.
Doesn't feel like its been nearly that long.
Still miss him.
Still here, dear Sam.
Your Dad is missed, and thought of and discussed, more than you might ever know.
Seems whenever any "long time" bloggers meet, talk on the phone, exchange e mail and tell tales of the blogosphere, his name always comes up.
Good, bad, funny and sad. All the stories, all the "remember whens".
But his blog, and all of the writers it spawned aren't his true legacy.
He'd be damned proud of you, still. He always was, you know.
Thank you for keeping his page, and HIM, alive on the screen, and our memories.
Sunk New Dawn