For me, the modern era of "rock star deaths" began with David Bowie. David worked, literally, 'til the very end. Glen Frey followed, and Tom Petty, and so many others. The stories of their deaths were met with great shock and sadness. I can't tell you how many times I've lamented the likelihood of having to report a beloved heroes death on-air.
But alas, there's a bit of a sea change, which has really come to the fore of late. Although with varying circumstances, our most revered rockers are calling it a day on their own terms. It was officially announced this week, that Rush has indeed wrapped up it's 40-plus year career, chiefly due to drummer Neil Peart's (above) retirement. Neil Diamond has announced his retirement from touring. Sure, his recently diagnosed Parkinson's disease is the chief cause, but he was able to decide while living, unlike many others. And yesterday, Elton John announced his farewell to the Yellow Brick Road. Yeah, he did take the opportunity to announce the 300+ shows over three years that will wind down his storied run, but still. His terms. Here's to retiring being the new dying, for those artists that are able to write their own ending.