Readers in the know are aware that I've long had a soft spot for the softly rocking sounds of Bread, so it was with heavy heart that I read today that founding member Jimmy Griffin is dead. Who draws the crowd and plays so loud, baby it's the guitar man. Who's gonna steal the show, you know baby it's the guitar man. He can make you love, he can make you cry, he will bring you down, then he'll get you high. Somethin' keeps him movin', but no one seems to know what it is that makes him go. Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim, the voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin. But he never seems to notice he's just got to find another place to play.