Big Black Car
Well, FUCK. Yet another thing to be sad about. Alex Chilton dies of a heart attack at the age of 59. Right before an anticipated appearance at SXSW. There is something tragic in almost everything connected to the man. He released a clutch of absolutely brilliant albums in the 70s and was ignored. You feel him falling apart on the brilliant “Third/Sister Lovers” album. He became a cult hero, and has obviously become part of the pantheon of Things Most Hip.
It is certain that his music is going to be around as long as there are sentient creatures to enjoy it, particularly his Radio City album. When I get money, I’ll buy the Rhino boxset “Keep an Eye on the Sky.”
This is the only “celebrity” death that has brought tears to my eyes that I can ever recall. It’s hard to think of an entertainer that has meant more to me in a personal way.
[copy and pasted from my post from No Reason to Rise Alone here]
