Sad score of the day: Alex Chilton R.I.P.

Let's just say, I've listened to Alex Chilton's first solo album a hundred times more than all of the Big Star albums together. Something tells me allmusic.com's one-star reviewer didn't really "get" this one, but maybe some grandchildren of its deconstructionist rock n' roll trailblazing took the cue and ran with it...on my mp3 player shuffle mode, I've repeatedly mistaken CROOKED RAIN, CROOKED RAIN outtakes for the bonus tracks on LIKE FLIES ON SHERBERT that I was less familiar with at the time. Get it. Chilton passed yesterday and will be missed. Too few musicians can still act as transducers to draw down sounds from outer space.