It's something about the way you've rocked that hairstyle over the years, or the way you sing into the microphone as if it's a secret lover. The way you flawlessly glide from shrieking the perfect note into playing a harmonica solo.
I adore you.
I can go to Disney World and ride a roller coaster that features your band: the voice, the music, your face; I can play Guitar Hero and have you all to myself. I can pop in my Aerosmith: Greatest Hits for the ten millionth time and attempt to sing with you. My first kiss with my boyfriend was to one of your songs; it's crazy how these loves come full circle.
Thank you for all your years of service to the product called "rock and roll." In my heart, eyes and ears, you will always be the greatest front man that ever lived, playing your important role in America's Rock Band. Thank you for everything you've done, every note you've sung, every scarf on your microphone, every harmonica you've played and for your impossibly huge lips (Mick Jagger does not even compare -- in any category.)
Love, Your Biggest Fan,