The Cowboys just won a post-season game, I'm sipping Some George T. Stagg and listening to "Mad Dogs and Englishmen". Your loss is finally hitting me. I know of no other male voice that could literally make the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I find myself at a loss for words as I was on the days my friends Steve Vaughan was killed and Darrell "Dimebag" Abbott was murdered. I was the same way the night John Lennon was killed, even though I did not know him.
Joe, I cannot express my gratitude for how much I respect you as much a man as well as a celebrity musician. To invite this cold, rough looking, motorcycle club patch-wearing biker into your beautiful Colorado home for a cup of coffee, was overwhelming. I used to believe the most incredible home I'd ever gain access to was Dime's. The "fifty pence" tour you gave of your home was more inspiring than any home I shall ever see. You sir, became a true British gentleman.
