In my country, during the Soviet years, Western music lived in shadows. In the late 1970s, my father and his friends smuggled your records across borders and searched through waves of static just to catch your sound.
Your music broke through — and rose beyond — the Iron Wall.
To my father, it was a hidden window to a freer world, a light no system could extinguish.
As his son, I grew up hearing how your songs carried him through those days. And now, I feel the same echo — the way your music shaped him, and through him, shaped me.
Thank you for creating something that crossed walls, time, and generations.
With deep respect
