When I was a kid I told my mom how much I liked “A Whiter Shade of Pale” and that it made me happy somehow. She told me it was her favorite song when she was pregnant with me and listened to it all the time. I am sad now. Rest in peace.

I remember exactly where I was when I heard on the radio he was terminally Ill. The DJ said Warren hoped to live long enough to see the next James Bond movie. He didn’t. I think about that quite often.

I used to work with this guy who was quiet and somewhat antisocial. He was a fighter. I could tell by how he walked. People were intimidated by him, myself included. One morning Werewolves of London came on the radio and I commented to everyone what a great songwriter Warren Zevon was. It was as if a switch had been thrown. After that we just had plenty to talk about!