Rick Johnson 1950 – 2006

My favorite Creem writer. A man that walked around with a stack of index cards, jotting down the hot and hilarious line, then later building some form of music journalism around the joke. It always worked and it always killed. I’m a little ashamed to admit that I “rendered” some of his quips for my purposes (but I didn’t outright steal them). Everyone must have thier influences. This says it better than I can.

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