Another update on the "nothing to link you to" front (and I was frontin'):

TALK turns to Alex Chilton, boy genius, guiding light of Big Star, the figure behind a thousand strange and lurid tales ... Chilton's reputation in Memphis is apparently one of uniquely awesome propoprtions. Half-beloved, half-hated, Lux claims that when news of the band flying in with Chilton to the latter's hometown hit the city, "There were guys with guns, man...all sorts of crazy things." The reasons for Chilton's epic hometown notoriety have something to do with "the fact that he's probably fucked every chick in the state. Literally. And those chicks' boyfriends are out to get him." Chilton, however, like a proverbial Jesus' sunbeam, floats along usually so totally drunk and poly-drugged out that all threats - "literally hundreds" maintains Lux - wash over him like winter off a duck's arse.

...and from the Reciprocal Back-Scratch Desk: Everybody's favorite Rockcritwunderkind, Daniel Reifferscheid, is now Mr. "Jody Has a Blog So I Think I'll Start One TOO." We'll see about that!