I wish I could sort of give Stan Rogers a Second Start.

I'd seen him play many times, love(d) his music. Seen Garnet a lot too over the past couple decades now (its been that long!?).

But the morning the news of Stan's death in that stupid airplane inferno hit the news, I was sickened. By the loss of the man and his future music. Literally ill.
I'd had bad feelings when I heard a song of his playing on the morning radio show on CBC - they'd hardly ever play anything like that and when I heard it I thought - oh, no, something BAD has happened. Then the local news made it official. I broke.

Since then, I can hardly bear to hear his songs. Many of my old LPs are gone, and I took Fogarty's Cove from the library a year back, and couldn't deal with it even then. Which is a terrible loss. But so many memories come forth of hearing him when he was with us, and of trying to play (or sing) some of his music. The tragedy in a song (amongst others) like Harris and the Mare is just too mixed up with his death itself.
And a lovely song likely 45 Years and the future of love and others of hope gets entangled with the loss of Stan's future.

Oh well. Tragic.