…he’d been dead 27 years.
Which useless fact came to mind this afternoon, when I read that Keith Emerson of Emerson, Lake and Palmer fame died last night at age 71.
I wasn’t a fan, and never in life gave Emerson much thought. But ELP had that one inescapably repeated hit when I was 16, and it sounded very sophisticated and mature at the time, and it’s sobering to think that Emerson died at what could be considered a ripe old age – not that much older than me.
I may be approaching that age when my contemporaries start dropping. Since I plan on living forever, I’ll miss them.
What a sheltered (or oblivious) youth I must have lived. The fact is, that group never made it onto my life’s radar screen. The name “Emerson, Lake and Palmer” means nothing to me. To be fair though, I just now sampled a few of their tunes, and a couple sound sorta familiar.
I’d say he was a lucky man, to have achieved the success he did.
Well, no. Actually, he was incredibly talented. But then lots of incredibly talented people go on to achieve very little.
I damn near played the grooves out of Brain Salad Surgery back in those days.
Joel, you’re not all that much older than I. I think I’m already at that age when my contemporaries are dropping.
FWIW,my contemporaries are dropping like flies lately.My advice is;don’t worry about it.People succeed ,people fail,people die,etc.it doesn’t mean shit to your personal circumstance-get on with your own deal,and make it the best you can.
If I had been a rock star,I probably would have done a lot more dope,made a lot more money,and got a lot more laid.That all doesn’t matter when you’re dead.
Also,I don’t really care if I wake up tomorrow,I have had a great life,and I have no regrets.
My dad died at the ripe young age of 59 last August. And his friends were dropping like flies around him. I have a feeling the national average of life expectancy is going down, which is a shame.