Thursday, June 15, 2006

Requiem for a Beatle and a Stone.

Alas, on the anniversary of my own personal passage into mono-nephroticism (for the sake of my Pa, who's doing fine, thanks) my favorite Beatle AND one of my many favorite Rolling Stones succumb to hypertension and kidney failure.

Billy Preston departed this hilarious, delightful, vicious con game of a planet having left it a much better, funkier place.

If his singles, Sticky Fingers and Exile ain't proof enough for ya, you belong in Outa-Space.

Rave on, brother, rave on.


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