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Friday, June 11, 2004

My day of mourning

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Now this is a man for whom I would spend hours in line in the hot sun, just for a glimpse of his flag draped coffin.

I can't think of a more graceful and charming person on the planet today. Imagine if you could only do your job as well as Ray did his.

Imagine Ray smiling back at you from a ten spot.

total class

Guess he gets a pass on that heroin thing...

right on. Everyone should buy The Birth of Soul...a superb Ray Charles anthology.

He cleaned himself up, right? Whatever happened to forgiveness?

Even if he was a heroin addict his whole life, that was his own business. Being a heroin addict doesn't make someone lose their mourn-worthiness.

Supporting and arming Saddam Hussein, Osama bin Laden, death squads in Central America (all without Congressional knowledge or approval), and giving terrorists arms in exchange for hostages, on the other hand . . .

Jeez, you can't admire somebody because he once had had a drug habit that he BEAT? Must one's entire life be unassailable in order to deserve appreciation? I'm certainly happy I'm not held to a standard like that.

You don't have to be perfect to be graceful; you don't have to be sanctimonious to be admirable; you don't have to have unblemished mythology swirling around you to have class. Ray Charles was absolutely brilliant, and the odds he overcame were pretty steep. If I had been born poor, and then gone blind, I'd like to think I'd have turned out as well.

So long, sir, and rest in peace. You've earned it.

Unchain My Harp . . . Rest In Peace Brother Ray, we'll miss you.

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