I'm Rick James, bitch!
As you've probably heard, Rick James died in his sleep last week. The Daily Telegraph*, my favorite source of well-written obituaries, has a wonderfully understated death notice for The Superfreak. My favorite quotes:
Does anyone do dry humor better than the Brits?
*The Telegraph requires users to register. I'd say it's worth it for the obits alone, but then I'm a big fan of 'the Irish Sports Page.'
Rick James, the American funk rocker who has died aged 56, came musically somewhere between George Clinton and Prince; morally, he occupied similar territory to the libertine Earl of Rochester.
Sex, drugs and cross-dressing were for James not so much occupational hazards as his life's work - articles of faith to be affirmed at every opportunity
Recently he had spoken of his relief at no longer waking up with 10 strange women in his bed, uncertain whether it was day or night on account of the aluminium foil he had taped over the windows.
Does anyone do dry humor better than the Brits?
*The Telegraph requires users to register. I'd say it's worth it for the obits alone, but then I'm a big fan of 'the Irish Sports Page.'
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