Dan Fogelberg died this weekend of prostate cancer. He was just 56 and was diagnosed only three years ago. Yikes. Yes I realize it was the 70s. Yes it rings a little cheesy. Yes he was saddled with the label of being one of these so-called "sensitive singer-songwriters." But I'm telling you today, still to this very moment of my quite cynical life, I cannot hear "Leader of the Band" without shedding a tear.
Another old lang syne indeed.
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