Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Big Stars

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.


Mark Scroggins said...

This is sad, bewildering. I didn't grow up in Memphis -- I grew up maybe 3 hrs away -- but I can't remember any time in my life after age 16 or so when Chilton, in some incarnation or other -- the Box Tops, Big Star, sideman with Panther Burns, solo work -- wasn't in my consciousness. It's like having a big hole open up in the world.

Jordan said...

It is indeed a big fucking drag. I am going to go reacquire Like Flies on Sherbet and play his version of "I've Had It" over and over until I feel better.

Don Share said...

Don't skip "The Baron of Love, Pt. 2." In which "Greggie" = Greg Belz of East Memphis. Greg, I know you're out there!!!!!!

Don Share said...

More effluvia, this from "Our Band Could Be Your Life: Scenes from the American Indie Underground 1981-1991" by Michael Azerrad:

Moments later a man entered the dressing room and asked if he could borrow a guitar. “BORROW A GUITAR??!!! WELL, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU???!!! [Gibby Haynes of the Butthole Surfers] screamed, eyes flashing in delirious anticpation of forthcoming violence. But the man was totally unfazed.

“I’m Alex Chilton,” the man answered calmly.

Haynes was flabbergasted. After a long pause, he methodically opened the remaining guitar cases one by one and gestured at them as if to say, “Take anything you want.”