A few people asked me to write about Roy Hargrove. Almost immediately after his death. It is difficult to write about another person even if I’ve known him for a long long time. I was also in deep shock that I was so shocked at his passing. I always kind of thought that he’d outlive everyone despite the serious illness. I couldn’t believe that I can’t argue with him anymore nor will never get to forget about the fight after hearing him play one note. I was stunned. I cried so hard at the news that I had to catch my breath. It was a bodyblow I was not expecting.
A lot of people already have written about Roy's music in online media. For about a week, Roy was everywhere every time I opened my computer: About the conversations people had with Roy; Brief yet immensely memorable interactions; Notes that he played. I thought to myself, wow, Roy was loved by many but then the next moment I had this feeling, like I just realized I didn’t button my shirt correctly. Roy didn’t really have a friend and he was always lonesome.