Well, it comes as no surprise that Warren Zevon has died this weekend past. He outlived his reputation and doctors' expectations, which should be of some comfort, but which at the same time isn't.

This is a part of a much longer piece here about music and memory, and for me how Zevon's work is tied together with various memories of my friend Dan and some times we had. Not times in any imitation of Zevon's work (we're too midwestern for that round here), but times where Zevon was the background to the drive or to the talk.

Posted by esinclai at September 08, 2003 06:56 AM |