OK, non-political but as long as I'm on the subject of tarts and musicians... If I knew this graf would grace my obit in tomorrow's news, I would this very day join hands with any two freepi and jump--cackling gleefully--onto the nearest third rail:
"Recently he had spoken of his relief at no longer waking up with 10 strange women in his bed, uncertain whether it was day or night on account of the aluminium foil he had taped over the windows. He died in Los Angeles on Friday."
Who knew that Rick James' passing would be treated as a major cultural event? Sure, in Billboard magazine but the London Telegraph and even the Malaysia Star covered it. Malaysia? I suspect the prominant coverage has as much to do with Dave Chappelle's "I'm Rick James, bitch!" skits as anything else. Given the man's, umm, vibrant lifestyle it isn't like any newspaper should have been caught without an obit on file once James hoovered up a line too far. That said, only 23 out of 25,000 players at the Rotten Dead Pool tapped the Super Freak as one of the ten most likely to check out.
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