God bless you George. You were a hero of mine and always will be. My guitar will gently weep for you. But now that you have gone with my sweet lord, I know I will look up and then here comes the sun. Along with this all things must pass.
Our band was taking a break and crowded around the jukebox to hear this new song called, "I want to hold your hand" by this new band called the Beatles. It knocked us out, and changed our focus immediately, as it did to so many. I'm only a few months older than George. Thanks George, for giving that young kid the musicial thrill of a lifetime.