It wouldn't be until I was an adult that I was able to learn of his genius. Tony Clapton, for one. Growing up, I didn't seem to be allowed to learn on my own - only learn about what mother wanted me to....make up, beauty, boys, dancing, modeling, piano, cooking, ironing....yay.
So I encourage my kids to learn...whatever...whenever. And they found their own love for Andy.
Andy left this earth way too soon. And left by the hands of a rat bastard that's taken many of my friends and family. Cancer. I hate that mutha fucka.
"While all the other kids were out playing ball and stuff, I used to stay in my room and imagine that there was a camera in the wall. And I used to really believe that I was putting on a television show and that it was going out to somewhere in the world."
I did that too - but my TV camera was my mirror. I never had to balls to go out and do anything on my own - until I was an adult.
RIP Andy. Happy Birthday Andy.
Are ya still goofin' on Elvis?