ALAS, Bill Withers has withered on the vine of time at 81. Truly, there Ain’t No Sunshine anymore when he’s gone.
Thank you, Bill, that was THE song for days of darkness. I know. I know. I know, I know. I know. I know.
Seriously Seventies’ sideburns too.
Your baritone-blue soul music always made for a lovelier day. RIP.