Ok, we’re not exactly talking gnostic rock and roll here, but I gotta respect a man whose voice has been a Soundtrack of My Life since childhood; a voice of liquid honey that could make even the blandest of lyrics bring forth tears. He brought out a semi-autobiographical album called ‘Astoria: Portrait of the Artist’ a few decades ago that is as involving as any rock concept album I care to think of, and I’m going to spin it tonight in his memory accompanied by a large Jim Beam on the rocks.