Wow. "...mop-headed assholes..."? Seriously? Frank Sinatra said "Something" was the most beautiful love song ever written, but what did he know, right? For all their perceived faults there was clearly exponential talent within. Do I love them beyond all else? Was I too a star gazed youngster wanting to emulate that whole "thing"? Not really. The passing of music legends through tragic or otherwise untimely loss is always a bad thing but I can't see it as a reason for something else that must be less. I wasn't old enough to know about the loss of Buddy Holly because I'm a 57 model, but I clearly remember the event that the Ed Sullivan Show was when the "mop-headed asholes" appeared. All of my cousins and 3 of my maternal aunts made a big party of it at our house. And I knew Skynard would be mentioned here as well with similar lament, yet I could die a happy man if I never heard another Skynard hit for the rest of my days. Clearly radio play has much to do with that combined with an army of posers who claimed lifelong dedication and love for them, simply because they were lost in an untimely and tragic fashion. It was hip to be an all in fan, maybe like how an artist's paintings might gain value postmortem. Yet to this day, I can't change the station fast enough when those 1st organ riffs of "Free Bird" begin to pollute my stereo speakers. I also swap stations in swift fashion when Bob Seger, The Eagles or Kid Rock (especially "Summertime"!) get played. Sometimes too much is too much. Then again maybe I'm not the one to say much about music in general let alone the loss or intro of any particular genre. This coming from a fan of The Black Eyed Peas, Eminem, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Iron Butterfly, Led Zeppelin, Tim Tam And The Turn Ons, The Four Seasons, Link Wray, 311, Badfinger, Aerosmith, Green Day, The Beatles, Les Paul and Mary Ford, Sergio Mendez, The Knack, The Pretenders, Tito And The Tarantulas, shit, when I see this myself I'm a fuckin mess when it comes to music. I guess I'll never subscribe to the idea of "...the music died..." because I've always found it to be as varied, eclectic, unique, and individual as hot rods and customs. No 2 artists or songs should ever be the same regardless of genre (tributes and covers notwithstanding). Or maybe like Cypress Hill says, I'm just "Insane In The Brain"...?