Dear Sly Stone

I wish I could have shown you my music, that was my goal! I was hoping that, one day when I get better at this drumming thing, You'd hear me on the radio and say "Man this kid is alright." 

You've inspired me in more ways than one, you amazed me, you romanced me, you charmed me, you wowed me, my only dream is to be like you. I can't lie when you died today I cried like a baby, that's another thing you made me do, cry like a baby...and make me think about my music career. Now I know I said that I'm gonna be the best drummer of all time but now that you're up there staring down at me now I have no choice. My goal is to make music that feels like summer days, a sunset breeze, classic jams with the windows rolled down, a cheap ass burger and fries from your favorite grease joint, not a care in the world but living in the moment of warmth. At least, thats how your music felt to me. 

You had big hair, big smile, and a big nose, LIKE ME...or....I have them LIKE YOU.

I hope whenever I do get famous you don't get mad at me for stealing your sideburns. 

I wanted to tell you that even though you're gone it was a pleasure getting to know you. I found out about you maybe about 2 years ago from writing this, ive read your memoir and watched your documentary. I've collected most of your discography and will collect it until I have it all. I speak your name to others who have no idea who you are in hopes that they will take it on themselves to learn. I will NEVER let people forget about you for along as I'm here in my words and my music. 

I have your face on my wall to my right by my bed at the moment, you look happy, smiling with your family stone....THE FAMILY STONE. I hope to do the one day with my own family one day. Thank you for giving us the gift of black music. 

I hope you're watching me up there with my ancestors and other everyday people. 

Thank you for being yourself. 

You were truly the best 

Love to the highest degree

-Priest October