The first time I met Uncle Bill we were at a gathering in a backyard with "Dazed and Confused" projected onto the garage. Bill, myself, and some others were talking through the whole thing, which I think bothered some folks, but the fact is I've seen it twenty times and Bill lived it. I have always loved rock music from the 1970's, and Bill is that guy who saw every awesome band from that era. So, when you put the two of us together, you're going to have long discussions about rock music that go about like this:
Dr. Ken: "Did you see Pink Floyd?"
Bill: "Yup. On the 'Dark Side' and the 'Animals' Tour."
Dr. Ken: "No way! How about (insert legendary rock band here)?"
Bill: "Sure did. Saw them on the (insert seminal work of given artist here) tour.
Another time I saw him he was fresh off a divorce and dancing his face off at The Liars Club, the best bar on planet earth. The dude is always smiling and just always fun to be around. When my buddy told me the news about him, I was devastated. I asked if there is anything I can do, and knowing that I'm not a religious man and I don't know shit about praying, my buddy told me to play some Zeppelin for him. So that's what I'm doing now.
Hear those opening chords on "Ten Years Gone," go towards (or is it away from?) the light, and pull yourself out of this, Uncle Bill. Your family needs you, and we all want to see you smiling and dancing again.
