Originally Posted by punkmusicfan21

I cried for about five minutes when I got the call from my mother around 6:30 yesterday morning. Jeff played a festival quite often in my hometown and when he was here he would stay with a childhood friend (his father helps run said festival) . When I was around eight or nine he played guitar for me, which in turn inspired me to start playing. A couple of days before I put Angel Eyes back on my I-Pod and had been listening to it quite a lot. It hit me really hard as he was a friend, albeit not a close one, but one that had a very serious impact on my life. He came here two years ago with the jazz wizards to play the festival (Harvest Jazz and Blues; it's pretty prominent music festival in Eastern Canada) and we talked about his life and about what I was doing. It is still kind of hard.

In the past three days my grandmother died, my inspiration died, and my hero retired. It's a hard week lol.