I was lucky enough to see him in concert many times, and even had the opportunity to meet him a few times, and even got to shake his hand and actually thank him for his music and influence (I was 17 at the time).
It was completely by chance, today, that I was looking up an old album this morning that I have ripped on my work computer, but no notes, and I wanted to check out the track info, so I went to MF's official site, and there it was—who knows how long it would have been, otherwise.
My life and direction have changed so much over the years, including my musical "self," but jazz and the trumpet will always be a part of my soul. I've lost some of my connection with it, though, and apparently I'm more out of touch than I thought—I'm not happy about this.
I've been incredibly fortunate over the years, especially due to my high school, my college, and working in the the music industry for a time, to have met and interacted with some of the true giants of the jazz world (Stan Getz and Dizzy Gillespie, to name just two of litterally dozens, just to give you an idea).
I have some serious soul searching to do, and it's probably going to be at a rather high volume (and above the staff) for the next several days.
Here's to you MF: you will always own the stratosphere.
Damn, the rest of the day is just gonna suck. :(