Sunday (yesterday), in the twilight still of the morning, our world lost one of the greatest of music men. He didn't sell out huge venues with his pyrotechnics and screaming guitars; he didn't steal our attention by desperate acts of idiocy in public; no, he gently nudged us toward inner thought, about emotions and feelings that reluctantly needed to be expressed. He told us stories involving the passage of youth to adulthood; about loves lost and loves found. His eloquent rhythmic yarns invited young people to try to recreate his passion and journey in song; to venture though the deep caverns of our souls looking for answers.
Dan Fogelberg died yesterday at the age of 54 from advanced prostate cancer. An age where we should expect that we would have many years to honor him; to reflect and review as we have with many legends before him; instead we are sad. Unfortunately, we can now only do so with the echos from his music.
This is strikingly ery to me as I had just mentioned his name for the first time in many years Saturday night at dinner with my sister-in-law. Her husband, my brother, is probably one of; if not the most fervent of Fogelberg fans and a musician whose music most definitely mirrors the influence that Dan had on his life.
My heart goes out to Dan's wife Jean and all of the Fogelberg fans out in the world. We truly will not have many if any more like him in our lifetime. God's speed Dan; gone too soon... "gone like the sand and the foam".
Dec 17, 2007
Gone Like the Sand and the Foam, Dan Fogelberg Dies at age 54
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I was not a big Dan Fogelberg fan, but his music told important stories of life, without the screaming and profanity that the current genre of "music" is laced with. That in itself is a major accomplishment. He was not that prominent a figure, but I believe he would be one who folks could look up to and respect. In today's society those are rare qualities indeed!
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