The lead singer of Motorhead has died at the age of seventy ... not really a surprise given the lifestyle he lived and I daresay that he had a good enough innings. Motorhead did some good stuff and he seemed like an interesting person, though I was never sure why the obsession with the Third Reich (he vehemently denied being a sympathiser though).
I heard a bird cry, sharp and free. My name is Jordan.
Since late November a girl I babysat and her father have died, a friend from college, my friend Tonya's husband, my dad's friend Butch, and Butch's son Willie, who used to come over and play when I was babysitting a neighbor kid have died. Butch's other son James, who was two grades ahead of me in school, has cancer now, and I hope he doesn't make the list. This is highly unusual for me. It's not just the famous people dying in droves.