Musings —03.18.2010 09:17 AM—
We were somewhere in NYC last night, people-watching the St. Paddy’s Day partiers (there were plenty, enough to turn the trip to the Carnegie into a faux-Fenian Hellish ordeal), when word came through that Alex Chilton – genius, god, muse to the Mats – had died. Alex Chilton!
Here’s Westerberg, playing the song that bears Alex Chilton’s name. Rest in peace, Big Star.