I går var det otte år siden, at
Alex Chilton gik bort. Her nogle meget kærlige ord fra Chuck Prophet om Chilton:
“Tom Waits once
described Alex Chilton as "the Thelonius Monk of the rhythm guitar".
He's damn right. I heard it all for the first time live in 1986 at the 688 Club
in Atlanta, Georgia. I was 22 years old; a kid in a band called Green On Red
and we were playing on a bill with him that night. We were positively
bourgeois; freshly signed to Polygram Records with an extra van and a rag-tag
road crew. We were living high on the hog, man (or we thought so, anyway). Alex
Chilton pulled up the gravel drive to the back of the joint in an old Buick
Skylark spitting plumes of blue smoke. He took off the shirt he was wearing,
shoving it into the back of his Fender Super Reverb amp, and pulled out the one
he wore for gigs. He donned a harmonica rack and tuned up his guitar to the
harp, all the while looking at his bass player and drummer (Rene Coman and Doug
Garrison). He stepped up to the mike and clicked his heels four times. That was
it. I don't know who my fragile busted up little psyche's influences were at
the time; Neil Young, Joe Strummer, David Bowie, Tom Verlaine? They all went
out the window at that moment; floated up into the ether and stayed put. Alex
has remained. I have forgotten many heroes along the way. Put on
"Bangkok" and you'll begin to understand why this man, this rock and
roll song and dance man, can't be tossed aside. Ever.”
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