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Thursday, June 10, 2004

NOW HERE'S AN ENCOMIUM WORTH WRITING 

Robert Quine, a fabulous guitarist you've probably heard but never heard of, was found dead last Saturday. He was a master of the choking-cat sound (not to be confused with the cat-falling-down-the-stairs sound perfected by Marc Ribot on those Tom Waits albums), but his playing was always rooted in the eternal verities of rock-and-rollers like Chuck Berry and James Burton and Link Wray. His work with Richard Hell and the Voidoids on Blank Generation was an essential component of an essential album. And if you're wondering why I said you've probably heard him, well, remember this record?

R.I.P., Robert.

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