I know. When I was 16, I made it my business to buy as much of his stuff as I could (all used vinyl) and when my sister broke up with her first husband, he stole all of it. I still get upset when I think about it.
My Sig Image: hath rid itself of this mortal coil.
I'm pissed the only time I got to see him, his backing band sucked, his guitar was out of tune, and they were cranked way too loud for the venue (one of the best sounding venues in the country, The Egg).
Walked out after three songs, and I could feel his eyes on me the whole time.
Last saw him a couple of years ago. He could not stand through most of the concert, but he still had it. The band was together, everything about the show was great. He even cracked a couple of jokes. I know what today's radio station is.
Don't despair. His soul will be born again into the flesh of another body.
Why am I homeless? Why do all you motherfuckers need homes is the real question. They called it The Prayer, its answer was law Mommy come back 'cause the water's all gone