I started a new job that day and heard about his death on the way there. By the time I made it to my office it was lunch time. My supervisor and three other guys were playing cards when I arrived.
Supervisor said "you don't seem too happy to be here", and I said "Stevie Ray Vaughn died last night". We discussed it for a few minutes and he said "do you want to go to my house and drink whiskey and listen to SRV all day" and I said "yes, I do".
Left early my first day, called in sick the next because we drank more whiskey than a normal human can endure. Seems like those days are farther away than just 25 years but I still think of what could have been if he hadn't died.