Well, here it is. June 29, 2019. Forty years ago, the incredible Lowell George suffered a fatal heart attack at the age of 34 while touring behind his solo album.

The man was just a true one of a kind as a singer, songwriter, and guitarist. Also a very good producer. He didn’t live long but he sure lived fast, lived more lives than ten men. He was real, no fakeness with him, what you saw was what you got. He was a gifted craftsman but poured heart and soul into every word, every note, he made it all count for something. He was a bad motherfucker. He had cool, a cool that no amount of keeping up with whatever’s hip can ever capture. He was a timeless treasure and I am grateful that we had him. I wish he were still here but I’ll make due with what he left behind, which was a lot.

Thank you Lowell from the bottom of my heart.