John Barry's Moviola.
I picked it up on a whim at least 12 years ago, maybe 13 or 14, and it's been one of my favorites since then. Sometimes I pop open the laptop to work, and before I even have music going, I hear the opening strains of Out of Africa. The music is soothing, classy without being too classical, and so near perfection that if you just sit back and close your eyes, it wraps around you, both feather soft and tightly coiled.
I was listening to it yesterday as I worked, and even put a link to the CD on Amazon on my Facebook page.
Then today I hopped online, hit FARK, and found a headline about John Barry.
He died today.
That kinda sucks.
I'll probably play the same CD over and over, letting it swell in the background while I finish this book, but the idea that we'll never hear anything new from him?