It’s been a few weeks since the death of Depeche Mode’s Andy Fletcher, and quite a few months since the passing of Mark Lanegan. When you’ve been a fan of a band or musician for so many years, for some reason you assume they will be around forever, and their demise is met with utter disbelief. 
Death has always been a central theme of my song lyrics, maybe it’s because I grew up across a graveyard and my family’s business was also death-related. The only thing we know for sure is that our time on Earth is finite, so we better make the most of it. Easier said than done, right?
Aren’t we all plagued by too many thoughts sometimes? My personal remedy is to get away from it all every now and then. From a distance everything looks different. There’s this great New Model Army song called “High” which sums it up so perfectly: “The movers move, the shakers shake, the winners write their history. But from high on the high hills it all looks like nothing.” Indeed! 
