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Wednesday, November 22, 2017

The Story Ends: Tommy Keene, 59

Thomas Clay Keene (June 30, 1958-November 22, 2017)

Tommy Keene with yours truly

"Power-pop legend, acclaimed singer-songwriter, and venerated guitarist Tommy Keene has died. The 59 year-old Keene passed away unexpectedly, but peacefully, in his sleep at his Los Angeles area home Wednesday...Keene is survived by his longtime partner Michael Lundsgaard, his father Robert Keene, step-mother Dorothy Keene, brother Bobby Keene, nephews Hunter and Jason Keene, and his beloved dog, Coco." - tommykeene.com

The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down and It's All Happening Today: Twilight's In Town, Tomorrow's Gone Tonight and it's Time to Say Goodbye (The Long Goodbye) to Tommy Keene and all those memories Based On Happy Times and Highwire Days A Wish Ago that are now Places That Are Gone. The Story Ends, he's Away From It All - All Gone Away - and won't be Back Again. It's Back To Zero Now. I wish This Could Be Fiction but When the Truth Is Found that would only be Paper Words & Lies. Tommy, your sudden passing leaves me Weak and Watered Down - Down, Down, Down - Crashing the Ether in Disarray, Alone in These Modern Times at an Isolation Party where I'm Hanging on to Yesterday, Soul Searching while Waiting Without You in a stunned Silent Town. I Don't Feel Right At All but it's not the End of the World: Nothing Can Change You and the
Light of Love that was your music will make me Laugh in the Dark and Save This Harmony that was your voice, while I will cherish your words that were A Secret Life of Stories. You had a Good Thing Going and All Your Love Will Stay, Today and Tomorrow, because while Love Is a Dangerous ThingLove Is the Only Thing That Matters. But I will be a Long Time Missing and Getting Out From Under You. I Can't See You Anymore Before the Lights Go Down on the Landscape In the Late Bright. You Quit That Scene. Though you're Behind the Parade, we Begin Where We End, so you'll never be Out of My Mind. Don't Get Me Wrong - I know it's Gone To Midnight of The Final Hour and Time Will Take You Today (You Can't Wait For Time - there's no Compromise). I just hope you are Safe in the Light (perhaps the Northern Lights), up in the Technicolor Big Blue Sky.



1 comment:

chairmanhow said...

Well done, Tom. Well done. Thanks