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i'll let everybody else in the blogosphere and elsewhere posthumously pee down both legs over stuck in the middle and baker street.
me? i'll focus instead on a couple far more obscure songs which first made me suspect (a) how talented this guy really was
and (b) how he probably idealized his childhood just like me [steamboat row, in the following clip]
[which second point would only be confirmed when i read this obit earlier today]
RIP, you talented, tortured, drunken soul.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
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