It's a sad situation that a man who in many ways was a musical hero had feet of clay. I'm not good at processing my feelings in this kind of thing.
I loved his contribution to music and, until those problems arose, I really liked him (never met him, though).
I guess that, once again, it's a case of having to separate the parts of the parson's egg.
I'm sorry he died. Cancer is a bastard, spinal cancer is a really bad bastard with shades of Jason Statham.
66 was too young.
