When a musician who’s been important to me dies, I almost immediately bury myself in their music. Like most fans, I’m sure. Revisiting favorite songs, albums, music videos, live performances, TV interviews, and so on, to excess. It always brings me to weeping, and for whatever reason, that cathartic tear-letting usually helps me to at least start to accept the loss of someone I’ve usually never met who somehow has meant so much to me.