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Tribute To Tommy Bolin

Something haunting about his voice. Sorrowful, lingering around the edges. I do not fully see him, he is a grayscale blur, something elusive The lyrics are lonely and sad. His mother prayed him into existence, he sings this as if he thinks it was an unhappy circumstance Love for his father comes through He claims loneliness, yet is it not self-imposed? He wrote one hundred songs in his twenty-five years. Was encouraged and coached by the Beach Boys A little Iowa child, like me, born six months before I was The last photo of Tommy taken back stage made it into Rolling Stone Magazine. He was big time, but may not have known it. John Marlowe, of the Miami News said, “Take care of yourself.” He said, “Don’t worry. I will be here a long time”. He died a few hours later Heroine, cocaine, alcohol and barbiturates. Something haunting about his voice.

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