Wilson Pickett dies at 64


Wilson Pickett (1942-2006)

The Wicked Pickett dies of a heart attack. swac mourns by doing 1,000 dances down funky Broadway.

2 comments:

Tom Sutpen said...

I mourned by calling a co-worker . . . who's still trying to figure out what I was on about . . . Mustang Sally.

Besy I could do. If I called her 'Sugar, Sugar' I might have been hit with a sexual harassment suit or something.

TwistedNoggin said...

I've always thought it was nuts to mourn for a stranger just because they're famous and did some songs we like, when so many strangers die every day without having been so blessed as to be imortalized by record, CD, or what have you.

But, when John Lee Hooker passed, I still found myself listening to his music for a week straight. When Nina Simone died, my coworkers who heard about it on the radio were offering their condolenses. Maybe that sounds silly, but it is a shame to see something beautiful, like real talent, pass from this world.