Arabella Spencer-Churchill died Friday at her home of pancreatic cancer. She was 58.

Why would anyone who loves music be interested in the granddaughter of Winston Churchill and her accomplishments?

From the New York Times obituary today:

Although born to privilege as the daughter of Sir Winston Churchill’s son Randolph, Ms. Spencer-Churchill rebelled early.

“I was no good at being a Churchill,” she told the newspaper The Independent this summer. She had been a model in the late 1960s, a hippie traveling in Africa and Asia, and a squatter in London running a restaurant for fellow squatters before finding a more settled life in Glastonbury.

Arriving in 1971 in Glastonbury, then a sleepy town in the Thomas Hardy countryside of Somerset, she worked with a friend to organize a festival marking the summer solstice…. [She] told The Independent that she had found contentment at Glastonbury, and, in the festival’s success, a sense that she was a worthy Churchill after all.

“When you think that it’s run by old duffers like Michael and me,” she said, speaking of Mr. Eavis, “the fact that so many people want to be there is very flattering.

“So actually, you know, I don’t think I’ve let the family down at all, have I?”

No, Ms. Spencer-Churchill, you didn’t. The world needs more thoughtful, creative and amazing people like Arabella Spencer-Churchill.

R.I.P.