Well, I could never imagine him getting old, and the escalating weirdness seemed to have hit a plateau of some kind. Nowhere else to go, I suppose…
(via Twitter – the first major news story that reached me from that quarter. I don’t suppose it will be the last)
AFTERTHOUGHT: Before this happened, I’d been considering a post about the passing of the journalist Steven Wells. I’d known him slightly, back in the 80s, at NME. I don’t think I would actually have posted — not enough to say, basically. But Swells gets a cameo here, in someone else’s death notice, because of his last published words, in the Philadelphia Weekly, which have picked up an eerie resonance in the past twelve hours. Read the whole column, but especially check out the last line…