Jordyn, where are you? I know that you're out there somewhere. I can feel it. I'd know if you were gone for good. Your guitar was a dagger of fearsome joy in the heart of anyone who heard it. Memories of playing bass along side you at the Silvertone are a heartbreaking thrill. You were fierce. A virtuoso of chunk and sizzle. Lover of whores and bandits. Son of broken promises, daughter of the unpredictable wind. I miss you, Jordyn. I'm sorry. | image via @keinmagazine