The day the music died

[I shot a man in Reno]

I saw Jerry Garcia's very last public performance at Soldier Field (Chicago) in the summer of 1995. He died four weeks later.

I rocked out with Layne Staley (some time that decade). He waited until 2002 to bite it in.

I saw Ibrahim Ferrer in 2004 (front-row, center seats by the way - great show!) and he croaked the following year.

This September, I had the pleasure of getting funky with the godfather of soul, the hardest working man in show-business, Mr. James Brown, in what would later prove to have been one of his last performances, for he died only three months later (may you rest in peace Mr. Brown).

I've gotta stop going to concerts because I'm killing the music. I tell my friends, don't take me to any concerts if you want your band to live... I'm bad luck. B.B. King is next, I can feel it.