Chick Corea died yesterday. Nobody was really expecting this. Mind you, we never seem to really expect it; the musicians that hold meaning for us are often the ones that we have taken into ourselves, ones that arrive in stages of our lives that are full of gaps. My dad either bought or owned a copy of Hymn of the Seventh Galaxy which I ended up listening to repeatedly, somewhere around the age of fifteen. It sounded like alien music - which is perhaps the point - but, as was