Reply #32: Warren Zevon a few years before he died [View All]

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He was playing a small club here solo and took an intermission. I ducked outside and into an adjacent alley for a smoke (yeah, I know, I've since quit) and suddenly a door opens and out pops Warren for a smoke (yeah, so did he).

He seemed startled to see me there so I gave him space. I'm sure he's used to being mobbed and fans bothering the shit out of him. I nodded my recognition at him and for a few minutes we just quietly smoked our cigs.

I let him break the ice first and when he found out I was a local he was soon peppering me with questions about the local backcountry and fishing of which I was somewhat knowledgeable.

I'd been a fan of his since 1977 and it was hard to resist my fanboy impulses but I let him steer the conversation as we each had another smoke.

Finally he said he needed to head back in and held out his hand for me to shake. Very cool.

I miss that sarcastic little fucker.