People die all the time. Usually, we sigh and nod. It's the same with the famous as with ordinary people. Yet another marker buoy along the river of life as we approach the open sea.
But some deaths knock us back on our heels and they register like wounds. That's how I felt about the death of Gordon Lightfoot just yesterday in Toronto. Two commenters in today's "Toronto Sun" proved that I was not alone:-
Gordon Lightfoot had a tuneful baritone singing voice and he inspired loyalty from the musicians who in turn supported him. He spent almost all of his life in music and was even performing at the end of last year. But the thing that I admired most about him was his craftsmanship - weaving words together to tell stories or to bare his soul in song. He had a rare gift for that kind of connection with other humans.
Here's one his most famous songs, performed for the BBC way back in 1969:-
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