I remember the first time I heard Joe Cocker. It was 2001 and I was probably 35, sitting in my little apartment watching the Woodstock: 3 Days of Peace & Music video. I was transfixed when he took the stage, undeniably British-looking, his hair wild and his bellbottoms perfectly broken in. More than 30 years after the fact, his performance was still electrifying, and I was instantly hooked.
R.I.P. Mr. Joe Cocker.
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