Mick Jagger can’t hold back his tears: “We will all miss him so much…” Jeff Beck, the man who redefined guitar music in the 1960’s, раssеd аwау Thursday at the age of 78. The news of his sudden loss was shаrеd on Twitter by members of his closest family.
“On behalf of his family, it is with deep and profound sadness that we shаrе the news of Jeff Beck’s passing,” the statement said.
“After suddenly contracting bacterial meningitis, he peacefully раssеd аwау yesterday. His family ask for privacy while they process this tremendous loss.”
Regarded among the greatest of all time, Beck constantly pushed boundaries and was a central figure in the key development of rock music.
Throughout the course of his career, which spanned five decades, Beck experimented with new sounds and approaches, which brought freshness in the world of music.
Beck joined the Yardbirds in 1965, replacing Eric Clapton. He stayed with the band for around two years, but it was during that period that he invented use of feedback, something that influenced other great names in the industry.
Speaking of that technique, Beck told BBC Radio 2’s Johnnie Walker, “That [technique] came as an accident.
“We played larger venues, around about ’64-’65, and the PA was inadequate. So we cranked up the level and then found out that feedback would happen.
“I started using it because it was controllable – you could play tunes with it. I did this once at Staines Town Hall with the Yardbirds and afterwards, this guy says, ‘You know that funny noise that wasn’t supposed to be there? I’d keep that in if I were you.’
“So I said, ‘It was deliberate mate. Go away.’”
Once he departed with the Yardbirds, Beck went on to release the single Hi Ho Silver Lining before forming the first incarnation of the Jeff Beck Group in early 1967. The group featured Ronnie Wood on bass, and Rod Steward.
Beck was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1992 as part of the Yardbirds and then again in 2009 as a solo artist.
This incredible musician’s passing brought devastation at his many fans and friends. Among them musician Mick Jagger who paid his tribute to Beck. They were close friends, and Jagger recalled asking Beck for help with the lead guitar parts on his first solo album, She’s the Boss, back in 1985.
“We have lost a wonderful man and one of the world’s best guitar players,” Jagger wrote on the social media.
Jimmy Page, who replaced Beck in Yardbirds, also paid a heartfelt tribute. “Jeff’s channeling abilities enabled him to access music from other levels. His approach is unique… When I say I’ll miss you greatly, I’m sure I speak for all your countless other fans,” Page wrote.
The influence Beck had on music and the mark he left can never be replicated. May he rest in peace.
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My 14-Year-Old Daughter Found a Pacifier in My Husband’s Briefcase — the Shocking Truth Almost Destroyed Me
“Tell you what, sweetie?” I replied, puzzled.
She revealed a baby’s pacifier and exclaimed, “That I’m going to be a big sister!”
Her words stunned me. Since Laura’s birth, more children had become an impossibility for us. The presence of a pacifier in Henry’s briefcase, where Laura had found it earlier that day, churned a storm of confusion and worry inside me.
As the evening quieted down, my mind raced with unanswered questions and fears. I knew I couldn’t just let it go. The next morning, after Henry left for work, I tiptoed into his study. My hands trembled slightly as I placed the pacifier exactly where Laura had found it.
I was determined to uncover the truth behind this unsettling discovery without alarming Henry. Something was amiss, and I needed to find out what it was, not just for my peace of mind but for the sake of our family.
The morning sun had barely risen when I started following Henry’s car from a distance. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination as I watched him drive. Normally, he would head straight to his office downtown. But today, he took a different route. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as his car turned into a less familiar part of town.
After about thirty minutes, Henry pulled into the parking lot of a quaint little coffee shop on the outskirts of our city. It looked like a place hidden away from the usual rush, where secrets could be whispered without fear of being overheard. I parked a few cars away and watched as he stepped out, his movements relaxed and unhurried.
My breath caught when I saw a woman approaching him. She was about my age, with a gentle smile. They greeted each other not like strangers, but with a familiarity that sent a chill down my spine. They hugged—a long, comfortable hug that you’d only share with someone you truly cared about.
I felt a sting of betrayal as I watched them sit down at a table outside the coffee shop. They ordered coffee, laughing and chatting with an ease that made my stomach turn. Who was she? Why had Henry never mentioned her? Every cheerful gesture, every shared laugh seemed to amplify my fears and suspicions.
I couldn’t just sit there and watch any longer. My mind was racing with dark thoughts, and I needed answers. I gathered all my courage, stepped out of my car, and walked towards them. With each step, my heart felt heavier. I dreaded the confrontation that was about to unfold but desperate to uncover the truth behind this mysterious meeting.
As I approached Henry and the woman, my feet felt like they were made of lead, each step heavier than the last. Reaching their table, my voice came out sharper than I intended, fueled by a mix of hurt and suspicion.
“Henry,” I called out, ignoring the woman at first. “What is going on here? Who is she?”
Henry looked up, clearly startled by my sudden appearance. The woman turned towards me, her expression a blend of surprise and concern.
“Jen, this is Emma,” Henry said, his voice calm but serious. “She’s… she’s my sister.”
“Sister?” I echoed, my confusion growing. “What are you talking about? You never mentioned you had a sister!”
Henry sighed, a deep, weary sound that seemed to carry more stories than I could have imagined. “I didn’t know until a few weeks ago,” he explained. “After our father passed away, Emma found some old letters he had written. It turns out he had another family before us, and Emma is my half-sister. She reached out to me, wanting to connect.”
Emma, the woman I had mistaken for a threat, offered me a tentative smile. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble,” she said softly. “I just wanted to know my brother.”
As the initial shock began to fade, we decided to move to a more private corner of the coffee shop. There, Emma shared her story. She told us about being raised by her mother, who had a brief relationship with their father. It was only after he had passed that she discovered letters and other mementos he had left behind, including a baby’s pacifier.
Emma explained that the pacifier was a keepsake from her own infancy. Their father had held onto it. Henry had brought it home, thinking to discuss the possibility of trying for another child with me or perhaps adopting.
Hearing Emma’s story my heart began to soften. I understood the innocence of her intentions and the coincidence of the pacifier. The tension that had built up slowly dissipated. It was replaced by an emerging sense of empathy and curiosity about this new member of our extended family. The day that started with suspicion and dread was turning into a moment of unexpected bonding. It opened the door to new family ties and healing old wounds.
After our conversation at the coffee shop, Henry, Emma, and I decided to continue our discussion in a quieter, more private setting back at our home. As we sat in our living room, the light filtering in through the windows seemed to ease the earlier tension. We talked openly about everything that had transpired, delving into our feelings and the surprising turns our lives had taken.
Henry and I took a moment to reconnect, acknowledging the gap that had formed in our communication. “I should have told you about Emma the moment I found out,” Henry admitted, taking my hand. “I was just trying to figure it all out myself.”
“I understand,” I replied, squeezing his hand back. “But let’s promise to keep no more secrets from each other, no matter what.”
“Agreed,” he nodded, and we both smiled, a weight lifting from our shoulders. We turned to Emma, who had been watching us with a hopeful look. “Welcome to the family,” I told her, and we embraced, sealing our new bond.
A few months later, we gathered to celebrate Emma’s birthday. Our home buzzed with laughter and chatter, a stark contrast to the quiet tension of our first meeting. Laura, who had eagerly taken on her role as a niece, flitted around, helping set up decorations and making sure Emma felt special.
Laura and Emma bonded quickly, laughing and sharing stories. I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the unexpected twists that had brought us closer. Our family had grown not just in numbers but in understanding and love, embracing both the past and the potential for our future together.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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