The Don Is Dead

For so many of us, Soul Train was more than a weekly television show. It was our sole opportunity to not only see the artists we adored on both wax and the radio but to also witness kids our age - our contemporaries - groovin' and steppin' to the sounds we adored and the mainstream media ignored. The show influenced us so much that, to date, not a house party goes by without at least one attempt at a Soul Train line. And guiding us young-uns through this hippest trip in America was the coolest chaperone on air wearing tinted aviator glasses, tight double-knit suits, broad silk ties with the fattest Windsor knot extant and rockin' his majestic 'fro like Astaire did a top hat. God speed Don Cornelius....we wish you love, peace and....soul.