I wrote to David Lindley one time, I wanted to ask him questions about Warren Zevon. I wanted to play with him too. I loved his work. He never replied but that doesn’t mean it isn’t worth trying to reach out when you are moved. He died today. I saw him play the Winnipeg Folk Festival around 1990something, but it wasn’t the right place to enjoy his work. It was the main stage and that scene with the thousands watching defeats the vulnerability and class of an outsider musician, which is best seen up close and personal. The random noises of large crowds defeat the magic. He was in full polyester, he was awesome, he was crazy about a Mercury.
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