Monday, December 27, 2010

Tuesday Tune, vol 67 - December's Departed

Christmas is crazy!  So many directions, so many activities, so little time.  Sigh.  Anyway, here's your final Departed Playlist, featuring those who've departed in December.  Being as the year is almost over, this is it for the Departed Playlists.  Sigh again. What theme, pray tell, should we establish for next year?  Any ideas?

Thanks again to Vera.  Without Vera, we'd never know which musicians died in what month.  Just think of the emptiness you'd feel if you didn't know which musicians died in what month.  Incidentally, Vera's other half Stu Christmas-gifted a giant hiking trip to Machu Picchu.  Whore.  Kidding.  Er, not.

Baby Please Don't Go - Big Joe Williams (unknown)
Humpty's Blues - The Guess Who (RIP guitarist Kurt Winter, kidney failure)
I Love Lucy - RIP Desi Arnaz (lung cancer)
I'd Cry Like A Baby - Dean Martin (emphysema and lung cancer)
In Dreams - Roy Orbison (heart attack)
It Isn't Fair - Dinah Washington (accidental overdose on diet pills)
Julie Ann Johnson - Leadbelly (Lou Gehrig's disease)
Kaddish - RIP Maurice Ravel (unsuccessful surgery)
My Lover's Prayer - Otis Redding (plane crash)
Nutbush City Limits - Ike and Tina Turner (RIP Ike Turner, heroine overdose)
Piano Concerto No.23 in A, K.488: II. Adagio - Mozart (fever)
Post Toastee - Tommy Bolin (overdose)
Rhythm Of The Rain - Dan Fogelberg (cancer)
Spooky - Classics IV (RIP Dennis Yost, respiratory failure after a fall)
Stink Foot - Frank Zappa (cancer)
All Keyed Up - Floyd Cramer (lung cancer)
A White Sport Coat And A Pink Carnation - Marty Robbins (surgical complications)
Working Class Hero - John Lennon (shot by Mark Chapman)
This Love - Pantera (RIP Dime Bag Darrell, shot by a fan)
Your Love Is Like A Cancer - Son Seals (diabetes)
Bad Luck - Albert King (heart attack)
Salt Lake City - The Beach Boys (RIP Dennis Wilson, drowned)
The Boss - James Brown (heart failure)

p.s. I was sneaky and back-dated this post.  Sneaky!



rabidrunner said...

But then again, not so sneaky, being as I accidentally posted it yesterday before it was finished. Doh!

Ski Bike Junkie said...

Ike Turner reminded me of our mutual friend who would like to try heroin just the once to see what it's like. Did I tell you what the heroin junkie on Mad Men said it was like? If not (or in case you forgot or one of your readers was curious), she said "it's like drinking 100 bottles of whiskey while someone is licking your nipples." To me that doesn't sound so great because it wouldn't even take one bottle of whiskey before I was fast asleep on the couch. But if you really like whiskey, I could see how that might be appealing.

As for me, I can't imagine anything better than skiing or a bunch sprint in a bike race or business time with the wife, so I'll stick with those.

rabidrunner said...

In typical drug addict fashion, the junkie in this Mad Men movie failed to give proper dosage in each bottle. What's a bottle? It could be a pint, a fifth, or a bathtub for all we know. What if it's a hundred mini-bottles? Who knows. All I know is drinking brings upon blackness for me, and what good is 100 bottles of unrememberable blackness? I like to remember stuff--especially if it's good. And in regards to the nipple-licking, that's what clamps are for.

I'll say it again, like I've said it a hundred times, "heroin is evil."