I heard Jackson C. Frank’s song, Blues Run the Game, for the first time a few years back, and it hit me hard. His lyrics, his voice, his everything, his music found all my soft spots and burrowed in deep. Each time I hear the song (and I play a song I like over and over again like a four-year-old NEEDING TO watch The Little Mermaid for the gazillionth time in a row), I’m moved as if I’m hearing it for the first time. And all of this emotion landed on me before I read about his story. And that, well, that was just the sad cherry on top.
I’m glad he could share his gifts while he was here. I just hope he was able to derive some joy from it.
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