Of the death of Criss Oliva. Make sure you crank some "Tage in his memory.
Also, if you have 10 minutes, and are a fan:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=tOx5BTjUj6E
FROM HIS WEBSITE. IT WAS FOR HIS BIRTHDAY, BUT FITS JHERE JUST AS WELL.
I would like to now recite a very special poem written by a very special fan. Mr. Peter Leyharris. it is entitled;
IMMORTAL IN SONG
Today is a day the Legions gather
To commemorate the birth of a legend,
A man who touched the hearts of many
In songs of now and then.[/b]
His music was a reflection
Of the passion that he breathed.
He taught us how to rage, to cry,
To join our hands, and to believe.
His fingers danced across
The strings he set ablaze.
A story came to life
In each note that he played.
He carved a realm of mountain kings
And cities laid beneath.
We followed him through dungeons,
Gutters, thorns, and streets.
Yet through all the sonic wizardry,
Only a loyal few took notice
In a world where "gimmick equals success"
Prevails over emotional ingenious.
It's in this dead world of corruption,
Filled with greed and dreams forsaken,
That false prophets roam in triumph
And from us, heroes taken.
That autumn morning night,
God embraced an angel early in the game.
The tears fell from all around
On an orchestra that wasn't the same.
The nightmare still haunts us now,
Questions left unanswered.
A warrior so filled with life,
A fate so undeserved.
Still the Legions they stand proud
For the spirit is immortal in song.
The legacy of Christopher Michael Oliva remains
Where the crowds are never gone.
ŠPete Ley-Harris