26 years ago today, we lost the legend that is Marc Bolan.
Drunk on a cheap bottle of wine, he handed the keys over to Gloria, his lady. They were going thirty - 30 - miles an hour when they went off the road and hit a tree.
Instantly, if you wanted to know. No pain or last minute words or lingering for days in the hospital. Just gone, in the snuff of a candle.
I haven't been the same since. If you're out there, Marc, I hope you know we never stopped dancing.
A woman from the East with her headlights shining
Eased my pain and stopped my crying
"Solid Gold Easy Action", T. Rex