It Never Ends

It's never over for fans of FZ, for those who play the music, for those who read the magazines and interviews that define the folklore.

It's never over for those old fans waiting for new releases. It's never over for the new ones just getting into it.

It's never over for the family, for the friends, for the musicians that played with him.

It's never over. It just smells funny.

It was good to spend a few moments over these past weeks to point out that fifteen years ago, a man left this earth whose work we enjoy(ed) and wish he still was around. I got a little maudlin here and there but it's expected. December is a shitty month to die in. It's a good month to have a birthday, though. People tend to go apeshit for December birthdays.

Still haven't finished 'Them or Us,' or any of the other books I start and stop. It never ends, y'know?

It'll be around next year. Sweet sixteen. In two years, we celebrate FZ turning seventy. Three years from that, it's the big TWO-OH. Never ends. That's good. Would we want it to?