It was only a while ago that we lost Jim Dickinson. And now we have lost Alex Chilton. I can't begin to explain what it means to have grown up in Memphis with the inspiration of their music and determination, and I'm also remembering Chris Bell, who died so long ago now. I suppose Chilton'd have been displeased to be mentioned in the same sad breath as his former colleagues. And he would have scorned posthumous gushing. But I am taking this moment to remember them all.