Mater sent me an email to note that Warren Zevon has succumbed to cancer. It is pretty impressive that he lasted this long, since doctors gave him until last December to live.
On Saturday, I bought his swansong The Wind, and unlike Queen's final effort, this is a stellar album. His cover of 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door' is a tour de force. This is not maudlin affair, rather a testament to one of the best songwriters of the 20th century and one of the funniest songsmiths ever.
If you have VH1, I highly recommend that you watch the documentary on the making of the album and decline of Zevon. It is a damn good bit of television. Its sad but not maudlin, touching without being po-faced, and Warren's determination to finish the album is worthy of any underdog story. The end of the show, with Zevon saying goodbye to all his friends in New York was a truly moving experience. Even this cynical ole' wolf of a rock critic got weepy.
Farewell Warren, thanks for all the good tunes and fond memories. You will be sorely missed.
I will make sure to howl out a lament next time I am in London town.