December 8th, 1980, a man had been shot, one bullet in the back for every decade of his exciting yet tragically short life. His wife was there, the two unimaginably close, she had to hear his screams as he bled. The one who shot him felt no grief, just an empty, wretched feeling as the gun was shook out of his hands. His wife cradled him in her arms as his life slowly escaped him, people were screaming, crying. An ambulance arrived, taking the man to the hospital as fast as it could. Yet it was too late. He died in the middle of the night. No time to even write a song about the feelings of dying. That's how it goes.
It's been 32 years since. People still remember very well, he will be remembered always by countless all over the world. Even those who don't know his name, I am sure everyone has heard him, his voice, his songs. He was a wonderful man, not saying he wasn't human, he had countless flaws like everyone else. But along with that he was different. He was a dreamer