He embodied the heart and soul of rock and roll. Just as our parents were becoming accustomed to long hair and anti-war protests, along comes this androgynous personality that they weren't quite sure about but were pretty certain they didn't like. And, oh, that baritone voice in the tradition of the great crooners.
I miss him more than I could have imagined. I'm learning some of his songs for my guitar group next week. Not sure which one to perform, but "Changes" seems obvious:
"I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same"