Friday, March 27, 2009


When I arrived home from the airport this morning I was saddened by the leaving of my favorite indie artist, Pat Franklin. Pfranx took off on his hog without a second thought about where he'd go, and what he'd do when he got there. That's how he lives, one minute to the next, caution thrown to the wind at all times. If you see him, keep your distance. He'll make you fall in love with him and then he'll just walk out on you! I miss him already.