On his passing, my Phil Everly story
About 15 years ago, I lived in a converted garage apartment behind a house in North Hollywood. It so happened that the owner and landlord was Jason Everly. I didn't put the name in context until the day I came home from work and found a paunchy, gray-haired man in overalls painting the house. I was floored when I realized the frizzy-headed man was none other than Phil Everly, whose music I've loved since I was a kid. I simply didn't know what to say to an idol. The neighbor who was renting the main house was a musician, and I watched him as he spent a long, long time talking to Phil, happiness just radiating from him. That year, I also found myself face to face with Mickey Dolenz in a Long's drugstore aisle, again totally tongue-tied. I guess I mostly came away feeling that talent lasts and celebrity doesn't, and that no matter who anybody is or once was or hopes to be, the main thing is that we're all just trying to live as well as we can.
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