Max Roach dies at age 83. As you all know music is my life, and this man was an absolutely stellar drummer, definitely in my top 5 of all time. There are those people in the world that just have this innate way of being tapped into the universe somehow. I only reserve the word genius for those that possess this ability, and Max was one of them. I get goosebumps every time I hear his recordings. Damn, what I would give for a time machine to take me back to the late 1940's through the early 1960's to have heard these giants play in New York. Perhaps I was there in a past life, which may explain why I am so drawn to this era and genre of music.
I know I haven't been writing much, and it seems to only be about amazing people that have passed on. I apologize, I'm not morbid, just an admirer who dreams of having a life like these cats. More soon my good people, I promise!
Take care, much love...
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