I found out through MySpace - a bulletin - and I wouldn't know about his death otherwise.  I had his early albums.  Loved them.  Listened to his music over and over.  Played his music.

Singer/Songwriter Dan Fogelberg died over the weekend.

I used to be the doorman at a hotel downtown.  He came to town and stayed at a hotel next door to where I was working.  He came strolling through our garage one time, and it was weird . . . I didn't even try to speak to him.  I just watched him walking by and smiled.   I guess it was just that an awkward "Hey, thanks for the music!" would have seemed insignificant compared to the hours and hours that I spent being touched by his music.  So I just smiled and I knew . . .

How poignant will it be to hear "Same Old Lang Syne" this year?!  That song always touches me anyway . . .  

My heart is saddened.

I just spent some time reading his biography on his website and listening to some of the music there.  Wow.  I had almost forgotten how much I loved the man's music.  Such a talent.

The beauty of being a recorded artist is that his spirit will never be gone.  We will always be able to tap into that which means so much to us.

I failed to say it when I actually had the chance . . . so I'll say it now . . .

Dan . . . thanks for the music!