The Prodigy and Keith dancing and evolving into singing have been with me since the 90s kicked off. A good friend was massively into rave culture and that sparked everyone in our group to indulge, Dreamscape tape collections of Micky Finn were a must have to fit in.
I was 13 and had just learnt to roll cigarettes, as was the norm we spent weekends camping out on land belonging to a friend, the Walkman and shite battery powered speakers would be out and an array of dance music would pour from those tinny sounding speakers, things like a 4 non blondes "what's up" remix for example. This one evening everyone had drifted off to sleep but I was still stirring. Weather Experience came on through the Walkman, the basic white album cover strewn next to the player, I rolled a ciggy lay back and smoked it as I let all 8 minutes of that masterpiece wash over me before drifting off myself.
That is my Will Wheaton in Stand By Me coming face to face with a deer moment, sat with friends I don't see any more as we all grew up and moved on or away, but in that group experience I had a fantastic moment all to myself, and The Prodigy are at the forefront of that memory. The band, and all it's members are special, but when Keith became their physical manifestation of what they were, he became even more special.
This death has really fucked me about.