Michael

The first time I saw Michael Johnson perform was at the Ravinia Festival in Illinois, 1974. I had no idea who he was...I had come to hear Steve Goodman. But there was Michael Johnson with his guitar and his voice and I left wanting more. He turned up again when I was in college and I followed him ever since. One night my friend Marylou and I drove hours in the fog to hear him play and we may have been the only two in the audience...he played for us anyway. When he asked if there was anything we wanted to hear, I was ready. "My Opening Farewell" by Jackson Browne. And he played it for us. His voice was warm, expressive and resonant. But his guitar playing...that was really the talent. It may sound like I knew him personally but I only had the nerve to talk with him once. His voice and music has been in my head for the past 43 years. People die, art lives forever. Michael will live forever then...he made his mark, certainly in my heart.

I love you Michael.

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