Jazz bassist Ray Brown dies (here)greenspun.com : LUSENET : Unk's Troll-free Private Saloon : One Thread
It happens to us all. Death. Death of heros. IMO, if there is not more to life than this life, then this life has no meaning. To me, meaning only exists in context.
Four friends of mine ate at the Jazz Kitchen and waited to see the show. Brown didn't show. After 45 minutes, they annonced that he had died.
-- (email@example.com), July 03, 2002
Another friend, (I am so connected) knows the owner of the club. According to her, the owner is all shook up because he took Ray golfing yesterday afternoon in 95 deg weather. The owner thinks he "killed" Ray.
-- (firstname.lastname@example.org), July 03, 2002.
jess anudder dead nigga. who gives a shit, fuckwad? Go fuck your ole-lady with a role of turlet paper.
Only Rolo cairs bout dum niggas an heeze to dum to say nuttin.
-- (dead pugs@only gud.pugs), July 04, 2002.
LL, that was in poor taste.
-- Peter Errington (email@example.com), July 04, 2002.