Rick James died yesterday in his sleep. Fortunately, I still have that Dave Chappelle episode about him and Charlie Murphy on my TiVo. The official VM girlfriend and I derailed our plans to watch Into the Night and replayed that priceless bit of programming instead, in tribute to the old boy.
Here’s a little bio.
Update Aug. 11: Nice obit on Slate, by some guy who’s evidently a 7th grade music teacher. MY 7th grade music teacher was obsessed with the “Paul-is-dead” theory, and swore that he was shown for a moment in the crowd in the film of the Beatles’ Shea Stadium concert. Thanks, Mr. Reiner!