Gram Parsons oughta be 64 today.
Pointless to think about what he may have accomplished if he hadn't been in such a hurry to die—so don't do that, allright?—but I do wish he coulda maybe burned just a few degrees less intensely, and stuck around.
Two videos featuring Gram & Emmylou—A Song for You first, then Return of the Grievous Angel. I love how in A Song for You, when Gram delivers the line, "So take me down/to your dance floor", he pronounces dance with a long A (daynce). Fucking kills me, you know? (He is one of my own. And I love him.)