As many of you know, my brother Thomas died of a brain tumour a year ago today.
He was my personal rock and roll star, even though he never made much money and never became famous.
Rock music attracts dabbling hobbyists and giftless fantasists. Most lack the talent and determination to become musicians.
Thomas was gifted and dedicated his life to music. He played the electric guitar expertly and artistically and was admired, as a person and a musician, by many people.
In the Marie Curie Hospice in Glasgow, when he was no longer conscious, his hands moved across his belly. It was nearly all gone; the guitars, the volume, the glittering arpeggios, the fine touch. But the gift, the will to create, was still inside him.
The tumour cells took it. The tumour with the rock and roll name, the astrocytoma, of star-shaped cells, took him.
Spaniards often call great achievers astros.
Stars. A year ago I said goodbye to the star in my life.
Thank you for the music, astro, and for the amor.
