I saw him at the Brixton Academy last autumn, and am now glad I made the effort to travel down to London for the concert. He was more subdued than when I last saw him in the 1980s, and his voice had gone a bit, but he still put on a memorable performance.
I was surprised to find that he was only 62 when he died as he looked and sounded a lot older when I saw him.
I think it was shameful the way America treated one of its greatest poets. He spent much of the last decade in prison because of his drug problems and was more or less abandoned by the music industry. If he had been a mainstream pop star, rather than a radical black poet, he would have been packed off to a private rehab clinic and then have been publicly rehabilitated on Oprah.
BTW, his final album "I'm new here" is well worth getting hold of. It contains some very poignant and reflective songs, which in an odd way are reminiscent of Johnny Cash's final albums.