We lost an inspiration. A poet. A man that turned tragedy into beauty. A man that relearned to play his instrument late in a career when he was already considered peerless because he knew it could be better than what was already the best. A man that did more on the bell of a single cymbal in one song than most people do on a five piece kit in a career. A man that was more than content to do his art his way, and was grateful for those that appreciated it, while neither needing or courting them. A genius that got it.