This might be misinterpreted, but if anyone has lived a life full enough to deserve an eternity of peace and rest, it’s Gil Scott-Heron. I had a discussion with a friend a few weeks ago about Gil. His singing voice at that thing that grabs your attention and refuses to let go. What’s amazing is that he took that voice and chose to say something with it (See “Message to the Messengers“). I have no doubt that he could have reached Teddy P. levels of fame and fortune, (I mean did you see the cover of Pieces of Man? Man was fine) but he went the other way. By no means comprehensive, here’s a short sampling of Gil.
I’m not sure how long, but the New Yorker profile from last year is available for free.