Breakfast with Joanna "Glenn suddenly yelled, “that’s Warren Zevon!” There were snowballs everywhere, white streaks criss-crossing the night sky, thuds and groans when the icy ones hit, the annoying spray of exploding snow sliding down your collar and under your sleeves.
But here's the problem: If we add "Carmelita," then we probably have to add "Poor, Poor Pitiful Me" and then at that point, we have six songs by Warren Zevon and we're not including "Excitable Boy?" It' not easy, but these are the kinds of difficult editorial decisions I have had to make.
In 1982, I was living on the top floor of a house on Langdon Street with my roommates Rob and Paul and an actual stuffed moose head. I only mention that because apparently a lot of people from that era remember the moose head. I was usually the one selling plastic cups for $1.
Can’t forget about Carmelita!
https://open.spotify.com/track/7hIdRDgUBPbqiQ7duhCyux?si=cbe01b51d10d4553
But here's the problem: If we add "Carmelita," then we probably have to add "Poor, Poor Pitiful Me" and then at that point, we have six songs by Warren Zevon and we're not including "Excitable Boy?" It' not easy, but these are the kinds of difficult editorial decisions I have had to make.
Small world. Warren in Madison in 82. I was there. Weird, huh? ☮️
In 1982, I was living on the top floor of a house on Langdon Street with my roommates Rob and Paul and an actual stuffed moose head. I only mention that because apparently a lot of people from that era remember the moose head. I was usually the one selling plastic cups for $1.
Langdon and buck a cup Chuck!
I partied that street...don’t recall a moose head but then again I don’t always recall those hazy days. 🙃