I met Alex Chilton in 1980 or thereabouts, in the home of my friend Gretchen Gassner in Memphis. We crossed paths sporadically in the years that followed, but I always thought we had a pretty good rapport, and it was always a pleasure to run into him at gigs or Piggly Wiggly, which may be the last time I saw him. I've always been perplexed when I come across someone in Memphis with nothing good to say about him (there are a few), because he was always kind and pleasant to me, and we always had interesting conversations. So as far as I am concerned, Alex Chilton is officially alright by me.
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