Joe Cocker, Rolling Stone 41, September 6, 1969
Sippi has updated the Dickens classis.
Cocker was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the barman, the A&R weasel, Google analytics, and the chief mourner. Rolling Stone signed it: and Rolling Stone’s name was as good as a contract with Alan B. Klein, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Cocker was as dead as a door-nail.
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Hat tip to Vanderleun.
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