All good things come to an end; kingdoms may rise and fall, but legacies endure the test of history.
Sad news this morning; the last king of the blues, one of the only remaining classic bluesmen, Riley B. King, most well known as B.B. King, has died at the age of 89.
I find it very difficult to grasp, that one of music's greatest pinnacles was currently in hospice and taken ill. It was inevitable, but we always don't like to admit it when the time comes.
I also had a shiver down my spine, as I performed one of his songs last night as a tribute; was it an omen?
B.B. King's legacy from his young upbringing in Mississippi, to capturing the audiences of all races and ages in the big cities is a huge success story; he won Grammys, countless Halls of Fames, hundreds of awards, and thousands of fans and proteges.
Today, we mourn the death of the last remaining King of the Blues.
The thrill is gone, thrill is gone away.