Mourning the loss of a legend
I must interrupt the stories of my travels so that I can bring to light the passing of a great legend in recent jazz history, Esbjörn Svensson. I was supposed to go see e.s.t. in one week. I don't know how or whether the band will continue without its namesake. It was him on the piano that got me listening to jazz (besides Chick Corea). His cheerful music cheered me up and pulled me through hard times. He was a true musician.
He will be missed dearly by all his fans. To think, "If only he could've lived one more week!" would be very selfish, but it's true. I was waiting to see e.s.t. for at least four years, but now I never will see them live. I can only listen to records and imagine.
It was so sudden that I still can't believe I'll never get to experience the magic. R.I.P., Esbjörn (as if I knew him personally). Your music will live on. It'll make me keep on loving jazz, and music, and keep on inspiring my dreams.
On a brighter note, I'm confirmed for the geological excursion to Iceland, which is one of the main reasons why I wanted to go to Iceland in the first place! But I shouldn't get expectations up.