Todd Snider, brilliant songwriter, died two weeks ago. His last few weeks were bizarre enough to belong in one of his songs.
After years off the road because of debilitating pain issues he finished a new album and began a new tour. In Salt Lake City on Halloween night he reported being attacked at the venue where he was to be performing. Police found no evidence of such an attack and suggested alcohol or drugs might have been involved. Two days later he went to the hospital in pain and, as I understand it, they thought he didn't need further treatment. This led to an argument and he got arrested.
On November 14, back home in Nashville, he died of walking pneumonia.
Here are a few of his songs related to our field.
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