In the hustle and bustle of getting ready and leaving for my golf outing in Mexico I forgot Warren Zevon’s birthday, which was Jan. 24, the day I left.
I’m not all that crazy about most of Zevon’s work, but I love Werewolves of London. It contains one of my two favorite lines in rock and roll.
I saw a werewolf drinking a Pina Colada at Trader Vics, and his hair was perfect.
My other favorite line comes from one of my all time favorite bands The Kinks.
My girlfriend’s run off with my car, gone back to her Ma and Pa, telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty.
It’s not just the words I like in both of these; it’s the syncopation.
At any rate, here is Warren doing his thing. Enjoy.