OK. This is admittedly taken from when the news, such as it is, was breaking, but it strikes me as almost haiku-like in its brevity and appropriateness.
The entire first piece from the Washington Post on the reported death of Eddie Money:
“The onetime police officer trainee sang his way to pop rock stardom in the late 1970s, then became a self-deprecating staple of MTV while battling drug and alcohol abuse.
“This is a developing story. It will be updated.”
The story will be. Eddie won’t be. He died, reportedly, from esophageal cancer.
Brutal. Godspeed to him.
Here’s the thing. Eddie Money was a man who had plenty of hits. “Take Me Home Tonight.” “Two Tickets to Paradise.” “Shakin’.”
Summer music? Absolutely.
Drink a lot of beer and sing along to these songs? That is arguably why they exist.