Journal DDX_2002's Journal: Where'd summer go; and Loss of a Legend
Anyhow, September is flying by. Workload went up like 1000% on the stroke of midnight, Sept.2. Strange. Everybody is back in work mode, business casual is out, business just-barely-less-formal-than-evening-wear is back in with it being after Labour Day.
On another note, I would like to express my sympathy for the Zevon family and my own sense of loss at the death of the legendary musician Warren Zevon. An acquired taste that the world never really acquired, but the consummate musician's musician. It was amazing how cynical his lyrics were, but at the same time, there's a twinkle in them that let you know that underneath the gruff exterior, there's the heart of a romantic.
Warren wrote some of the greatest hellraisin' rowdy songs ever, in particular Lawyers, Guns and Money and Werewolves of London, Mr. Bad Example. His autobiographical stuff, like Piano Fighter and Boom Boom Mancini is fantastic. He wrote poignant melodies that don't just pull, they bloody well rip at the heartstrings they're so sad - Desperados under the Eaves, The French Inhaler, The Vast Indifference of Heaven.
He had more songs about serial killers (Excitable Boy), Monkeys (Gorilla, Gorilla You're a Desperado, Monkey Wash, Donkey Rinse, Porcelain Monkey), Hula Hula boys than any artist you could name, and wrote the strangest song ever to become a motion picture (Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead).
Warren Zevon should also be remembered fondly by all Canadians, for despite being a Californian, he wrote what is, without a doubt, the greatest tribute to the era of smash-mouth hockey and to the soul of those who play the game ever sung. Hit Somebody! is an ode to a Canadian farm boy who has always dreamed of scoring a goal in the NHL, but after a long career in the league, he's only ever been asked (or expected) to go out there and hit somebody. He will be missed.