i just found out that lucky dube died in south africa when terrorists tried to carjack his vehicle. you’ve probably never heard of lucky dube, but he was really, really great. he was a reggae musician and his music was uplifting, fun and vibrant. i saw him in concert about five years ago with my dad, aunt and uncle and two friends. the concert was loud and hot and electric. the whole band turned it on and cranked it out nonstop for more than two hours. i remember feeling the bass and drums vibrate my whole body and the energy was radiant. i couldn’t help but stand up and dance.
i know people die in senseless, tragic ways every day, but it hits home even more when you’ve actually met someone or experienced their art. it goes from being this faceless name in the international section of the newspaper to chipping off a piece of your heart.