I recently learned that one of my favorite musicians died last week of leukemia. Way back when I lived in Portland, Paul DeLay was my top choice in live performances. I moved away, he did a stint in federal prison for dealing cocaine, and it's been years since I've seen him in concert. But I have a couple of his CDs, which I listen to often. He was a great songwriter and played a really mean harmonica.
He was only 55. I'll miss him.