RIP Roky Erickson

[Rev. Rye]

The man who brought the word "psychedelic" into the public lexicon, and spent much of the last half century in a schizophrenic funk (including a stint in a mental hospital in Rusk, Texas that happened after he pled insanity for possession of a single joint [to be fair, he did have a nervous breakdown earlier in the year and was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia there]), but when he was still lucid, he could still make some incredible music:













Ave Atque Vale, Roky.

PS. I got reacquainted with Roky two years ago, and around that time, I discovered that he was at a small club in Chicago on September 15. Sadly, I had tickets to see Smokey Robinson that same day, so I couldn't see him. I wish I could have had a chance to see him.