The first album that I ever bought with my own money ($4.99 at Peaches) was the self-titled debut by Boston. I played that record until it crackled and popped like Rice Crispies. I read the liner notes so many times that I had them memorized--certain phrases became inside jokes around the house (listen to the record!).
The local classic-rock station announced today that Boston vocalist Brad Delp passed away last week. To borrow a phrase from Mark Kozelek, Delp had "a voice that soars and takes my wounds with it." Listening to those great songs on the radio today made me feel both a little younger and a little older. Rest in peace, Brad, and thanks for the music.
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