Chip Taylor died this week. If you wrote Wild Thing you're automatically on Mount Rushmore; to also write Angel of the Morning puts you under suspicion of not being of this world. I was lucky enough to meet him once, at Brownies around 2001 during *I think* the CMJ festival? (might have been the same day Op & I saw Marah at Lakeside Lounge when I brought down the house with my egg-shaker riff during there version of Can't Hardly Wait, but that's for another day)
Not everybody can say the world was a better place because they lived in it, but Chip Taylor could.
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