It’s always odd when you get the news notification that a household name has died, even if you didn’t necessarily follow them. I still remember where I was when I found out Avicii died, and, while I didn’t consider myself a fan of his music, I felt a significant feeling of loss. As a music lover, I knew there were thousands of fans somewhere whose world had been turned over by the loss of this one man. The same can be said for the day I heard that Mac Miller had passed. I had Swimming queued up in my saved albums, but I had never gotten to listening to it. I did that night.