We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Interesting fellow, son of a Chicago Jewish gangster. Semi-cult rocker, serious musician, acerbic talker. Good pals with Dylan, Rick Barry, Carl Hiassen - lots of people. This is 1982:
Here's his frail last public appearance (2002), terminally ill with lung cancer (mesothelioma):
Thanks for the reminder. Aside from Werewolves of London, listening to Warren Zevon was a bit of an out of the mainstream act within my crowd. Always loved his music. 'Excitable Boy' is my favorite album.
He apparently attracted a cadre of death-obsessed fans because death was a theme of several of his songs. I read that some of his fans were asking if he was excited about his impending death. He proved to me that he was very sane and grounded when he replied that he was amazed and saddened at their reaction and he chastised them telling them that life was valuable and shouldn't be minimized.
I apologize for not telling the story very well. It was a long time ago but it made an impression on me and gave me new respect for him. I already liked his music. After that I had a better appreciation for him.
I saw Warren in the late nineties in Memphis. He was playing to a far less than capacity crowd in a small club and he was repeatedly verbally abusive to the sound man. Maybe it was an off night, but it really soured me on who I thought Zevon was.