I hate to think that I might die...

before I got to see this doc about Harry. He was/is my idol since my early teens, and my heart wizened a little when he died. His music was my mantra, my heart, my soul. I still can't think of Harry without tearing up.

Oh, Harry, can you do anything from up there in Heaven? Jog a few consciences, prod the dolts who aren't doing everything they can to get this out and distributed. I'm sure you're busy up there, writing music and having a good time - but we mere mortals need some nourishment, too.

Bless you, Harry.