Actually, I was not a huge fan but liked several of his songs and a few of his movies. I don’t have a clue where I was when he died. I know sweating though, because I spent a 1/2 dozen summers hauling hay in the midwest. My brother and I used to put up about 15,000 bales annually on our ranch with my dad running the baler and filling the wagon with a bale-thrower.
Yes, you do know sweating. Coincidentally, my twin brother was working a summer job hauling hay at a farm the same time I was doing framing. We used to get into arguments about whose job was worse. I finally conceded years later that his was. At least I could wear shorts. He needed to wear long sleeve shirts and long pants even on the hottest days to keep the hay from scratching him up.
I was glad about the framing job when going back to college at the end of the summer, however. The girls would look at me for about a month into the semester until the suntan wore off and the flab wore on. LOL.