Today, there was only one person in my mind.
I have never been so paralyzed about the death of a famous person whom I admire.
I’ve shed quite some tears.
The passing of someone important to you ofcourse causes for loads of memories.
In my old room at my parents place, it used to be littered with photos and posters from LP, but especially Chester.
Their music helped me regularly when I did not feel well. I defenitly admit my teenager-brain was deeply in love with this beautiful appearance with his beautiful tattoos, and of course that typical tearing voice that sang the most beautiful and deepest ballads, his rough side taking up