I came across a piece written on January 11 2016. Daily writing that put focus on the passing of David Bowie. I was bothered by the way that today's technology has turned what these artists brought to life into petrified stones. Music, television and other creative escapes have figured out how to last centuries. The impact of losing an artist is easily cooled off by Google, YouTube or your smart phone. The physical act of missing the writers, producers and performers that shaped our lives is nearly non existent. When we feel that Michael Jackson meets Prince moment our imaginations aren't forced into a physical act of memory. We let the digital devices convince us that they aren't gone. How could they be? They're right here on my computer screen. Our most recent loss of Chuck Berry has every publication unveiling the music makers that were inspired by his passion to be original. Yet... I've yet to hear the common man and woman that bought the records, posters and concert tickets talk about it. He's not gone! I just saw his video!