Mick Jagger can’t hold back his tears: “We will all miss him so much…” Jeff Beck, the man who redefined guitar music in the 1960’s, раssеd аwау Thursday at the age of 78. The news of his sudden loss was shаrеd on Twitter by members of his closest family.
“On behalf of his family, it is with deep and profound sadness that we shаrе the news of Jeff Beck’s passing,” the statement said.
“After suddenly contracting bacterial meningitis, he peacefully раssеd аwау yesterday. His family ask for privacy while they process this tremendous loss.”
Regarded among the greatest of all time, Beck constantly pushed boundaries and was a central figure in the key development of rock music.
Throughout the course of his career, which spanned five decades, Beck experimented with new sounds and approaches, which brought freshness in the world of music.
Beck joined the Yardbirds in 1965, replacing Eric Clapton. He stayed with the band for around two years, but it was during that period that he invented use of feedback, something that influenced other great names in the industry.
Speaking of that technique, Beck told BBC Radio 2’s Johnnie Walker, “That [technique] came as an accident.
“We played larger venues, around about ’64-’65, and the PA was inadequate. So we cranked up the level and then found out that feedback would happen.
“I started using it because it was controllable – you could play tunes with it. I did this once at Staines Town Hall with the Yardbirds and afterwards, this guy says, ‘You know that funny noise that wasn’t supposed to be there? I’d keep that in if I were you.’
“So I said, ‘It was deliberate mate. Go away.’”
Once he departed with the Yardbirds, Beck went on to release the single Hi Ho Silver Lining before forming the first incarnation of the Jeff Beck Group in early 1967. The group featured Ronnie Wood on bass, and Rod Steward.
Beck was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1992 as part of the Yardbirds and then again in 2009 as a solo artist.
This incredible musician’s passing brought devastation at his many fans and friends. Among them musician Mick Jagger who paid his tribute to Beck. They were close friends, and Jagger recalled asking Beck for help with the lead guitar parts on his first solo album, She’s the Boss, back in 1985.
“We have lost a wonderful man and one of the world’s best guitar players,” Jagger wrote on the social media.
Jimmy Page, who replaced Beck in Yardbirds, also paid a heartfelt tribute. “Jeff’s channeling abilities enabled him to access music from other levels. His approach is unique… When I say I’ll miss you greatly, I’m sure I speak for all your countless other fans,” Page wrote.
The influence Beck had on music and the mark he left can never be replicated. May he rest in peace.
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I Came to Support My Friend After Her Split with a Con Man, Only to End Up in the Same Trap Myself — Story of the Day
When I arrived to support my friend after she split up with a con man, I never imagined I’d be caught in a web of deception myself. Her tears and the details of her betrayal filled me with sympathy, but little did I know this visit would change my life forever.
When I first saw Marcella’s message, the words “horrible betrayal” seemed to leap off the screen. I felt an ache of sympathy as I read on, piecing together the story of her heartbreak.
Marcella was my longtime friend—sharp, perceptive, and cautious. I couldn’t believe someone had managed to fool her so completely. But here it was, spelled out in her shaky writing.
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The man, she wrote, had been a master of deception. He’d seemed sincere, a picture of charm and care, only to shatter her trust and vanish with all her expensive gifts.
“Oh, Marcella,” I muttered to myself, packing my suitcase. I couldn’t let her go through that alone, so I was ready for a long trip to cheer her up.
***
When I arrived, Marcella looked like a ghost of herself. Her hair was messy, her eyes red and tired, as if she hadn’t slept for days.
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“I just… I can’t believe he did this to me,” she said. “How could I be so stupid?”
“You’re not stupid, Marcella,” I said, sitting beside her and wrapping my arm around her shoulders. “He tricked you. Anyone could have fallen for it.”
She shook her head. “He took everything, Rachel. I trusted him, and he stole from me. Gifts, even money… just gone. I never thought I’d fall for someone like that. I never thought…”
“What did the police say?”
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“They just brushed me off,” she sobbed, wiping her cheek. “It feels like the investigation’s already over.”
“Marcella, I’m so sorry.”
After a long pause, she finally let out a heavy sigh and leaned her head against my shoulder.
“I hate to ask, but… could you stay with me for a few days? I have this project due, and I can’t focus. I just… I don’t think I can get it done alone right now.”
“Of course, Marcella,” I replied without hesitation. “Whatever you need.”
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“Thank you, Rachel,” she murmured. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
As I agreed to help her, a small part of me wondered if there was more to this story. But I shook the thought away, ready to support my friend.
After all, what are friends for if not to help us when we fall?
***
The next morning, I threw myself into Marcella’s project, letting the work fill my mind. The familiar rhythm of focusing on her tasks reminded me of our university days. Back then, she was the one who always turned in her assignments early, her name at the top of the class list.
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And me? I was the one by her side, offering last-minute help, happily researching while she shone. Those memories gave me a strange comfort.
By evening, I finally looked up, feeling the weight of the day’s work pressing down on me. That’s when Marcella appeared in the doorway, watching me with a half-smile.
“You’ve been at it all day,” she said, crossing her arms. “You should get out and take a break.”
“Maybe I’ll just go to bed early,” I sighed, rubbing my temples.
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“No, I know what you need. Go to that little café on Pine Street. They have the best donuts in town. I remember you could never resist sweets.”
I laughed, feeling my mood lift. “Alright, you got me. I’ll go.”
“Take some money, please,” she added, giving me some cash. “Just take it, please.”
***
Minutes later, I found myself stepping into the cozy café she’d recommended. It smelled like coffee and warm dough. I ordered a coffee and a donut, taking a seat by the window to enjoy a quiet moment.
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But then, I noticed him—a tall man in the corner, looking like he’d been waiting for someone. His intense gaze met mine, and he held it a little longer than I expected.
He had a look of quiet strength with just a hint of mystery. I felt a strange flutter in my chest.
Before I knew it, he came over. He glanced at his watch and gave a small, resigned smile.
“Guess my friend isn’t coming after all. Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” I replied, feeling a surprising flutter as he pulled out the chair across from me. “I’m Rachel, by the way.”
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“Vincent,” he said, extending his hand.
“So, do you come here often, or was this… a first-time donut adventure?” I teased, hoping to break the ice.
He laughed. “I come here once in a while. But it’s funny, I’ve never noticed the donuts. They’re really that good?”
“Oh, they’re life-changing,” I replied, lifting my half-eaten donut as proof. “I was having a long day, and honestly, donuts fix almost everything.”
He smiled. “It’s funny—sitting here with you, it’s like I’ve known you for longer than… what’s it been? Five minutes?”
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I felt a warmth spread through me. “Yeah, I feel the same. It’s strange, isn’t it?”
The evening drifted by in a haze of laughter and shared stories, both of us forgetting everything else. Hours felt like minutes, and by the time I finally glanced at my watch, it was nearly closing time.
“Wow,” I said, surprised. “It’s so late. I didn’t even notice.”
“Time flies when you’re with the right company,” he said softly.
When I finally left that night, I couldn’t stop smiling.
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***
During the day, I would dive into Marcella’s project, dedicating hours to get it done. In the evenings, Vincent and I met and walked around, enjoying each other’s company as the city lights flickered on.
Finally, after several days of work, I finished the project. Vincent and I decided to celebrate it with a nice dinner at a cozy restaurant. I felt light, almost giddy, savoring every moment with him.
“So, to us,” Vincent said, raising his glass.
“To us,” I echoed, clinking my glass with his. “And maybe to even more evenings like this?”
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He laughed, nodding. “I’ll drink to that.”
But just as I took a sip, a familiar figure caught my eye. Marcella was striding toward us, her face dark with fury, her eyes fixed on Vincent.
“Marcella?” I managed, unsure of what could happen.
She ignored me as her gaze seared into Vincent.
“How could you?!” she spat, barely containing her anger.
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Then she turned to me, her expression shifting to one of betrayal. “And you, Rachel! You knew, didn’t you? You knew exactly who he was!”
I was stunned, unable to form a response. “Knew… what? Marcella, what are you talking about?”
She let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, don’t play innocent! He’s the con artist, Rachel. The man who took everything from me.
OMG! My Vincent… a con artist? The same man who deceived Marcella?
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I looked at him, searching his face for answers, but he seemed unfazed.
“Marcella, please, calm down,” he said. “You’re letting your anger cloud everything. I told you from the start—you’re creating a version of events that suits your story. You wanted someone to blame.”
She glared at him. “You’re lying. Both of you.”
“Marcella, I didn’t know. I swear,” I said. “I… I would never hurt you.”
But without another word, Marcella stormed out of the restaurant, leaving an icy silence in her wake.
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I turned to Vincent. “Is… is it true? Are you really the one who…”
“Rachel, listen to me,” he said, reaching across the table to take my hand. “Marcella is twisting the truth. Yes, we had a complicated past, but she’s trying to tear us apart.”
His words sounded sincere, but a part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
“I don’t know what to believe,” I whispered, pulling my hand away. “Maybe… maybe I need to go talk to Marcella. Clear things up.”
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“If that’s what you need to do. But Rachel, don’t let her ruin this for us.”
With that, I left, the joy of our evening shattered.
***
When I returned to Marcella’s apartment, a feeling of dread settled in my stomach. As I stepped inside, Marcella and two officers were by the door.
“Rachel Parker?” one officer asked.
“Yes… that’s me,” I stammered.
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“We have a search warrant. Ms.Turner reported a theft of valuable jewelry, and we need to search your belongings.”
“Th-theft?” I repeated, my heart pounding.
“Please cooperate, ma’am,” the officer said, firm but polite.
In disbelief, I watched as they went through my suitcase. To my horror, one officer lifted a velvet pouch containing Marcella’s necklace and earrings.
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“That’s impossible,” I whispered. “That’s not mine.”
“Ms. Parker, do you have an explanation?” the other officer asked.
“I swear I didn’t take them.”
Just then, Vincent entered, his expression calm but focused. “Officers, I believe I can clarify. Marcella has been manipulating Rachel.”
Marcella’s eyes widened. “Vincent… what are you talking about?”
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“Marcella has severe financial issues. When I discovered how she was exploiting people, I left. That’s when she began blackmailing me,” he explained. “The night Rachel and I met, I was supposed to meet Marcella, but she set us up.”
I looked at Marcella in shock. “You encouraged me to go to that café. You wanted us to meet.”
Vincent nodded. “She even planted her jewelry in your suitcase to make it look like you stole from her.”
The officers exchanged glances. One spoke up, “Mr. Carter, do you have any proof?”
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Vincent played a recording of Marcella’s threats from his phone. Her voice rang out, cold and unmistakable.
The officer looked at me thoughtfully. “Ms. Parker, it seems there’s a misunderstanding. We’ll need Ms. Turner to come to the station for further questioning.”
Marcella paled, stammering, “You… can’t be serious! I’m the victim here!”
The officer raised a brow. “This recording raises enough questions. We’ll need clarification at the station.”
I took a deep breath. “Actually, officers, I don’t wish to press any charges.”
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Vincent nodded. “We’d rather resolve this quietly.”
The officers looked relieved. “Next time, be cautious about who you trust, Ms. Parker. And work out your issues without any more… soap opera scenes.”
They left, leaving an uncomfortable silence. Marcella looked down, finally murmuring, “Rachel… I’m sorry.”
I sighed. “I don’t know what to say, Marcella. This whole mess didn’t have to happen.”
Vincent placed a few bills on the table. “Marcella, this is for you. Maybe it’ll help you start over.”
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Marcella looked at the money, surprised. “Vincent, I… didn’t expect this.”
He said nothing, just gave me a nod. We stepped out of the apartment, leaving Marcella behind with a small amount of compassion.
As we walked into the cool night, Vincent took my hand, warm and steady.
I looked up at him. “So… what now?”
He smiled, his eyes hinting at mysteries yet to come. “Now, we find out what life looks like without secrets. Together.”
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