Saturday, October 22, 2016
Yesterday 2016, the never-ending year of shit, claimed another great.
One of the funniest - and by all accounts one of the nicest- people in the world, Kevin Meaney died at the age of 59. I saw Kevin Meaney years ago at Cobb's in San Francisco and he was just amazing. He could be hilarious just singing with a cardboard cutout of Frank Sinatra, or doing impressions of his mom. He will be sorely missed.
And as if that weren't bad enough, I just heard that jean Shepard died last week.
I have fucking had it with this dick year.
Someone better go keep an eye on Tom Waits and Jeff Tweedy.