When you think about the late 1960’s in America — especially the ovaric Woodstock moment — we are left with a desperate longing of what should have been instead of what never was.
Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and Keith Moon are but a few of the performers who set the world afire only to find an early, ashen, grave.
Is it possible for talent to outlive promise?
Have Jimi and Janis and Keith left an everlasting impression with their young deaths; or would they have continued to set the challenge of thinking and living for us as they entered their golden years?
Is it ever preferable to leave behind a few songs and a beautiful corpse than suffer the changes in musical taste and suffer the weariness of time and tide always wearing you down and washing you away?