Today is the birthday of a great artist we lost too soon. Warren Zevon would have been 66 today. Sadly, he passed of cancer in 2003 at the young age of 56.
Zevon was famously known for “Werewolves Of London”, which turned out to be more a Halloween novelty song. It came off his absolutely brilliant third album “Excitable Boy”. An album filled with dark and bizarre songs with lyrics that sound like they came out an Edgar Allen Poe story and later filmed by Alfred Hitchcock. Zevon’s imagery combined with his emphasis on camp were among the greatest in rock history.
Who else could get away with lyrics like “He took little Suzy to the junior prom, Excitable Boy they all said. Then he raped her and killed her and he took her home. After ten long years they let him out of the home. He dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones. Excitable Boy they all said. He’s just an Excitable Boy”. A mirror of this sick society we all share, as portrayed by the madman himself.
Underrated, underappreciated and forever in my heart as one of the best.
My nephew, Nick, likes to call him Elton John’s demented brother (or something like that). I like it. It fits.
I always have fun listening to Warren Zevon. He makes me laugh and think at the same time. I miss him dearly and wish I could have seen him live in concert back in the day.
He ended up being quite a regular guest on David Letterman’s show toward the end of his life and always thrilled the audiences.
A consummate performer, never afraid to give his all on stage. Very often, he would be led out on stage in handcuffs. uncuffed by a police officer and led to the piano, where he would proceed to let loose. He was Jerry Lee Lewis with a macabre twist.
Love the guy.