We sometimes forgot about Emerson, Lake, and Palmer. They were great when you first listened to them and you have grand memories of Brain Salad Surgery. Then a cascade of other artists and bands came in and ELP got pushed back in the shelf. Keith Emerson dies and your memories are shaken of their dust as you traverse the ELP catalogue once again.
It is odd how some musicians are more dead to some of us when they are alive. It is then when they die that they are granted a second life in our ears.
Austin Kleon has written about obituaries and how they are not so much reminders of death but of life. Death in itself is a reminder for all of us of the life a musician made for herself and what she contributed to humanity.
When we are reminded of this generosity in the guise of music, it is hard to continue mourning.