I am responding in a weird way to news of Alex Chilton’s death. It feels like a gut punch, that whoosh of air that I saw certain friends gasp when Kurt Cobain died. When David Foster Wallace died.
Whether performed by Chilton alone or in band or whether covered by Dreampop mega-bands or Cheap Trick, I [...]
For a general summary of what I’m referring to, see this post. I didn’t enumerate all of this, but it’s pretty funny. Stats refer only to mishaps taking place since 2003.
I was really thinking about all the reasons I’ve been seeing orthopedists, but hey! let’s be more comprehensive. Procedures and pictures and whining. Oh My!
