Stevie Ray Vaughn was my first 'grown-up' concert.

He was headlining with Joe Cocker, whom I also revere but in a very different way…

It was fucking magical to watch his fingers dance on the strings.

Holy shit. Religious experience.

A week or so later, He was dead.

Edited to say that yes, I know I’m off-topic. But when one gets an unexpected opportunity to reminisce about STEVIE RAY VAUGHAN,

One grabs it and runs.