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A little late to the game, I just read this really nice little piece that Paul Westerberg (The Replacements) wrote about the recently late Alex Chilton (Big Star);

HOW does one react to the death of one’s mentor? My mind instantly slammed down the inner trouble-door that guards against all thought, emotion, sadness. Survival mode. Rock guitar players are all dead men walking. It’s only a matter of time, I tell myself as I finger my calluses. Those who fail to click with the world and society at large find safe haven in music — to sing, write songs, create, perform. Each an active art in itself that offers no promise of success, let alone happiness.

Certainly worth a read. Takes only a moment.

(We might also be drinking wine and listening to All For Nothing.)

Westerberg / Chilton

Part one, last weekend in film.

I did it. Busted out that old Minolta, the one my mom handed down to me when I was in jr high, the one I stopped using all together when school nearly necessitated a dslr. It felt so right, though I was totally trigger shy at first. It accompanied us to the beach on Friday, to soccer at blind lady on Saturday, to Palm Springs on Sunday, and everywhere in between. Summer? yeah. And, so happy I bit the bullet and went for film!

Part 2 to follow.

PART II