tom_verlaine raze i couldn't find his solo records to save my life. i had to cross the border to track down a copy of "marquee moon". it became a pivotal part of the soundtrack_to_my_teenage_years. the whole band was white hot. he was the wild card. making bird calls with his fender jazzmaster. his beautifully ugly voice painting pictures of darkness that doubled and a future that could be felt. his art made a promise his body couldn't keep. those songs will live forever, but he's dead, he's dead, the man is dead. 230205 what's it to you? who go blather from