Our Souls When The Music Stops and the Paint Dries

The deaths of Michael Jackson and Amy Winehouse were two traumatic events in my life. What’s interesting however, is that I’ve never met them, let alone have even a superficial conversation with them. Yet, there’s something about the artist-fan relationship that makes us feel so connected to practical strangers that we shed a tear when they go on. I suspect that it has something to do with the new personal experience of music (thanks to mp3 players and compact speaker systems) and the ability to correspond music with maturity.