Hey, Morrissey, kiss my big hairy butt
As soon as I heard of the death of Mojo Nixon, I played his incomparable cover of "Girlfriend in a Coma" (1995) to remember him by, while
spatch selected the psychobilly evangelism for which he had once been present at the Iron Horse, "Elvis Is Everywhere" (1987), and eventually we worked our way around to his and Jello Biafra's "Love Me, I'm a Liberal" (1994), which Phil Ochs probably knew would be depressingly, infinitely updatable. Only a few days ago I had been once again complaining that all the actors and artists and musicians seem to die off while the eternally destructive policymakers go on and then I was informed of the demise of Toby Keith and it was such an unexpected compromise, I could have done with a few more days before the status quo reasserted itself. Death, as Rob observed, is an insensitive idjit galoot.

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