When I first heard that Vince Fontaine had passed away, snatched away at 60 by a sudden heart attack at the beginning of this year, I must confess, I got angry. I went crazy for a minute. I was shouting profanity at the screen, when instantly I regretted the words that were flying out of my mouth. It felt like such a horrible personal affront to this dignified and calm, life-loving presence, which had just been stopped in mid-flight. But it hurts everyone who knew him so much.