Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Big Star-March 31, 1974; Performance Center; Cambridge, MA

Yeah, so time to follow the bandwagon. I have had a shitty internet connection, so I miss out on all the dope that people have been dishing about Sir Alex. And maybe that's a good thing. Around here, he's a sainted figure that has written some of the best songs these dirty ears have ever heard. And while people might be singing his praise to high heaven now that he's dead, I could care less. He has written some of the best songs of all time. And I'll stand by that. Normally, a pop star's death (is he really a pop star?) doesn't mean shit to me, but fuck, this is Alex fucking Chilton. Pay you're respects fucko.

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