Somebody posted yesterday that she listed The Wild Places, a 1990 Fogelberg CD, for sale on Amazon at $30+. A stranger emailed her and said that "profiteering" from Dan's death was akin to spitting on his grave. She blogged it, and I had to chime in that Dan was cremated so her charging $30+ would have to be akin to something other than spitting on his grave, since there was no grave to spit on.
Dan wouldn't have given a big hairy Maine Coon's tail how much somebody charged for a used CD. He wouldn't have given it a second thought. I agree with the blogger, whose web name is The Naked Tapdancer, that somebody got his dander up inappropriately. The guy will really be upset if he reads my comment, and I expect an email from him. If I get one, I'll try to console him with words from Dan. I think he'll be upset to read that I said if The Naked Tapdancer had spit on the crematory fire, it probably wouldn't have made much of a dent in the occasion. And he'll really get upset that I opined that Dan would probably have liked for her to tapdance naked on his grave, had one been available.
Dan Fogelberg was quite simply the best singer these ears ever had the opportunity to experience. He was the best songwriter, the best multi-instumentalist, and the best all-around eclectic musician I've ever known.
His music was magic.
His concerts often left me spellbound and speechless.
He did it his way, and he just didn't seem to get hung up on the small stuff.
Dan lived well.
Sail on, Dan.
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With admiration beyond expression,
Just One, of a legion of fans
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