Sharon Jones was the living embodiment of dancing in the face of death. I was lucky enough to see her strut her shit across the stage multiple times, but I’m so glad I was able to introduce my dad to her talent when she played with Valerie June a couple years back, as well as witness her steal the show from Hall & Oates at Red Rocks just a couple months ago. “I got cancer; cancer don’t got me!” she claimed on that iconic stage, but cancer is a hungry bitch. I’m just glad she was able to do what she do until the very end. R.I.P. Sharon Jones. The world is worse off without you, but better off because you existed. I hope you are dancing with Leonard Cohen tonight. Your spirit and music will live on. Now, can 2016 be over already!