Which dead musician is your favourite?

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KEITH MOON

I think what he/she meant was that dead people can't play music caue they're dead. But we're talking about when they weren't yet dead. I like a dead musician, but I won't say which one.

<<< Probably Son House. They don't make blues artists like him anymore.

Kurt Cobain, but there are loads of musicians I like that happen to be dead (I suspect to annoy me)
Layne Staley, Joe Morello, Chuck Schuldiner, Jim Morrison, Jeff Buckley, Freddie Mercury

Hendrix. Then Stevie Ray Vaughn.

My avatar.

Then the following:

Jim Morrison
Jimi Hendrix
Phil Lynott
Cliff Burton
Ronnie James Dio
Syd Barrett
Freddie Mercury
Kurt Cobain
Jeff Buckley
Chuck Schuldiner

The list goes on and on...

syd barrett

Ian Curtis
on the opposite end of the music spectrum, I've recently discovered Sandy Denny and Fairport Convention.

Hazel Dickens. Her voice could absolutely peel paint. LOVE THAT s**t!! !!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UdLJ01R_ic

Don't even get me started. I've a mind to do a remake-- "Old Aspie's Grave"-- dedicated to Pop. Who, I should mention, turned me on to Hazel Dickens.

Mmmm... Am I bitter?? Oh, yeah. Oh, hell, yeah. Like unsweetened limeade left in the sunshine.

Like gone-over green beans. There are a few people who should get down on their knees and give thanks I'm an Aspie-- morality is the only thing keeping me from being as deadly as botulism.

Jerry Garcia. Who needs no explanation.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFsbAuX9P4w

With a nod to Tim Buckley. Because "Once I Was" is a damn good song.

Now I'm on a kick. An Aspie with an axe to grind-- oh, dear. I'm going to rewrite those lyrics. I'll never sing it-- my voice makes Hazel's sound like cream and velvet, and I couldn't carry a tune in a backpack-- but I'm going to write it.

Here are the lyrics to "Coal Miner's Grave." Anybody want to help me retrofit it to the title "Old Aspie's Grave"??


There on the hillside, there's an old miner's grave.
In the briars and the bushes that 'bout cover it up these days.
And there's no one to claim it, or care that he's gone away.
He was only a miner, and it's only a coal miner's grave.

So pay no attention; it's only a coal miner's grave.
Pay no attention to the briars and the weeds, let them stay.
'Cause there's no one to miss him, or care that he's gone away.
He was only a miner, and it's only a coal miner's grave.

Francis Estep, from Holy Grove, VA.
In 19 and 13, loaded coal 10 hours a day.
Six days a week, 47 and a half cents a ton.
He was shot down by gun thugs at the young age of 31.

So the briars and the brambles ramble all over his grave.
Like the thorns in his life for living he had to pay.
Now there's no one to miss him, or care that he's gone away.
He was only a miner, and it's only a coal miner's grave.

Is this little marker his only memorial today?
A man who gave his life for the UMW of VA?
Is this how we remember all the sacrifices he made?
To let the briars and the weeds take over his Union and his grave?

Phil Lennot