RIP Brad Delp.
Damn.
Damn, damn, fucking damn.
Truly one of the big greats, one who never failed to cheer me up and brighten things. I studied you, practiced you, translated and interpreted you, sang along loudly and stupidly, and always learned from you. There were times I relied on your voice for my sanity, even long before I started singing. A one-man 6-part soundtrack to youth, melding perfectly with the not-for-me-to-emulate guitar tones.
Looking at the big picture, rock and roll is once again a little more diminished now.
Again, people, hang on tight.