A while ago I wrote a post about how I missed Jeff Buckley. It was eloquent and touching and I’m quite proud of it as a tribute and as a piece of writing — categorize it how you will.
This will not be one of those posts. This is just me feeling nostalgic for musicians that have died during my lifetime, and something for me to share with you all on a Friday afternoon.
So, in no particular order (and by no means a complete list, so if you see someone missing, please feel free to add their name in the comments section)
Warren Zevon – Everybody knows “Werewolves of London” but he was so much more than that. He could write a tender ballad and had a wry sense of humour.
Richey James Edwards – Who? Yeah… The guitarist from the Manic Street Preachers that wrote all the really cool and subversive stuff on their early records. Check this out.
And though I was just a little girl, I’ll leave with this one. Have a good weekend, everyone..