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Wetalk about deathevery day now.
Its in the air.
Its on the ground.
Its waiting on the other end of cell phones buzzing in the wee, small hours.
Itspeering back at us through laptop screens.
It doesnt hang around and wait its turn.
Our bodies are intricate constructs, but fragile ones, too, prone to extraordinary feats and catastrophic failings.
Thats the lesson of these maudlin days, if there is any sense to be made of them.
His music was a celebration of the fullness and the randomness of life.
This is the through line joining the writers earliest songs to his last ones.
