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DJackson10 said:
Not a celebrity but a friend of mine died Early Thursday morning. Unfortunately another classmate who OD. This one isn't a surprise like the last one who did back in May who was really really good friends with. This was my buddy Rob who I was surprised even lived till he was 33 we thought wouldn't have made it to his 30s. He had battled addiction for yrs. At one point it was so bad 4 of my buddies and I found him ready to shoot up and dragged his ### over to the closes rehab center. They unfortunately they keep you past a week if you don't agree to it and he didn't. It was more so us hopping to give him a wake up call. 

The one thing I always loved about him was whenever he was in trouble or bad shape I would try to help. He'd quickly say thanks but no thanks as he didn't want me around or involved in that life style. In away he was trying to protect me I guess. At my work when he worked for the township he'd come up and if he was doing something with 2 other buddies of mine let me know ask me to join as well. Despite his issues he was always really cool to me no matter what. Always one of the first to stick up for me when I first started going out to drink with the guys (I'm considered a baby in my class age wise) when an issue happened type person. 

I've lost count how many in my class I've lost to ODs now or classmates who had siblings pass for this 
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So sorry, gb. :(

 
Mrs. Rannous said:
Jane Withers, Shirley Temple's main antagonist.  Also, the rare child star who had a good time.
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me Ma's parents came to America in 1926. me Ma didnt come to America til 1936. me Granda intended to send for his eldest child as soon as their sponsored term as houseservants ended, but spent her travel money on whiskey until both sets of grandparents died and me Ma was in danger of a life of convent servitude.

me Granpeeps had 3 American children. the younger girl spent all 88 years of her life pretending she was Shirley Temple, not an uncommon pathology for that age. me Granda indulged her in every way he could, but her term as Princess of the Doyle family ended when her wicked older sister finally came over from the old country and her parents tried to make up for the decade of family joy they'd stolen from her. you can imagine how well that went over and the dynamic never changed. their life as sisters was str8out of Bright Eyes for 80 yrs. fitting that her familial doppelganger died the week we recognize the 1st anniv of me Ma's passing.. RIP -

 
Legendary record man Walter Yetnikoff has died at 87.

He was a protege of Clive Davis at Columbia records and replaced him there in the mid-70s.  He was president of CBS records during the boom years of the 70s and 80s before getting sacked in favor of Tommy Mottola. His personal excesses matched those of the musicians he employed.

 
Ben & Jerry's said:
Long time voice of Motorsports Bob Jenkins succombs to cancer.
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Checkered flag. That’s too bad, he was the main NASCAR play by play guy on ESPN during the 80s and 90s, teamed with Ned Jarrett and Benny Parsons. 

Chris Rose has always reminded me of him, in his dorky, but knowledgeable and very likable way. A big part of my childhood and adolescence gone now. 

 
My buddy Edward Earl Cook died from Covid earlier today. Under the name Schmoovy Schmoov, he played keyboards and sang with Digital Underground during their fifteen minutes of fame in late 80s/early 90s.

The following is mosty lifted from the Music of our Lives draft we did here last year.

I met Earl when I was 23.  He was a local kid a couple years younger who worked in my department.  We bonded immediately over music and because we were the two coolest guys in the office.  His real name was Edward but he called himself Earl for some reason.  I started calling him Sherm for some reason and for the only time in a lifetime of trying to pin nicknames on friends, it stuck.  Everybody called him Sherm and Earl even started calling other people Sherm.  He became a good friend of the future Mrs. Eephus and me and he stood up at our wedding.

A couple years later, Earl started doing some music with a friend of his named Greg.  Greg was a hilarious dude who knew a lot about music.  The few times he hung out at our place, he made some very interesting selections from my record collection.  Earl had toyed around with a synthesizer for years but didn't have any great musical talent.  Time went on and Earl talked about his music but not really incessantly.  He didn't seem to be treating it anymore seriously than he did anything else; his stage name was Schmoovy Schmoov for God's sake.  His playing was still mostly chords and weird sounds.  But his crew put out a record and to be honest, I had my doubts.  In the late 80s, there weren't as many guys trying to sell rap cassettes on Market Street as there would be later but there still were some.  And every brother made an effort to pitch their music to Mrs. Eephus.  Well, we listened to the record and you can guess the punchline.  The record was Doowutchyalike and I was floored. 

The Underground blew up with Sex Packets.  Earl quit work and joined the circus with them for a while.  We still saw him but not as frequently as before.  Earl wasn't big on babies so our friendship took a hit when we had ours and we ended up on the woman's side of the deal when Earl and his girlfriend split up.   He eventually moved to Atlanta and kept running the Schmoovy Schmoov hustle.  We reconnected via social recently--he'd refound Jesus along the way so most of what he sent me was scripture passages.  The last time we conversed was after the passing of Greg/Shock G earlier this year.

 
Eephus said:
My buddy Edward Earl Cook died from Covid earlier today. Under the name Schmoovy Schmoov, he played keyboards and sang with Digital Underground during their fifteen minutes of fame in late 80s/early 90s.

The following is mosty lifted from the Music of our Lives draft we did here last year.

I met Earl when I was 23.  He was a local kid a couple years younger who worked in my department.  We bonded immediately over music and because we were the two coolest guys in the office.  His real name was Edward but he called himself Earl for some reason.  I started calling him Sherm for some reason and for the only time in a lifetime of trying to pin nicknames on friends, it stuck.  Everybody called him Sherm and Earl even started calling other people Sherm.  He became a good friend of the future Mrs. Eephus and me and he stood up at our wedding.

A couple years later, Earl started doing some music with a friend of his named Greg.  Greg was a hilarious dude who knew a lot about music.  The few times he hung out at our place, he made some very interesting selections from my record collection.  Earl had toyed around with a synthesizer for years but didn't have any great musical talent.  Time went on and Earl talked about his music but not really incessantly.  He didn't seem to be treating it anymore seriously than he did anything else; his stage name was Schmoovy Schmoov for God's sake.  His playing was still mostly chords and weird sounds.  But his crew put out a record and to be honest, I had my doubts.  In the late 80s, there weren't as many guys trying to sell rap cassettes on Market Street as there would be later but there still were some.  And every brother made an effort to pitch their music to Mrs. Eephus.  Well, we listened to the record and you can guess the punchline.  The record was Doowutchyalike and I was floored. 

The Underground blew up with Sex Packets.  Earl quit work and joined the circus with them for a while.  We still saw him but not as frequently as before.  Earl wasn't big on babies so our friendship took a hit when we had ours and we ended up on the woman's side of the deal when Earl and his girlfriend split up.   He eventually moved to Atlanta and kept running the Schmoovy Schmoov hustle.  We reconnected via social recently--he'd refound Jesus along the way so most of what he sent me was scripture passages.  The last time we conversed was after the passing of Greg/Shock G earlier this year.
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Sorry for your and all DU fans loss.

 
Ben & Jerry's said:
Long time voice of Motorsports Bob Jenkins succombs to cancer.
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I love this quote of Bob’s:   
“I was just a race fan that got lucky”. 

It’s sad he’s gone but he had a great life. I guess he was known most widely for his NASCAR work but he did a ton of open wheel and his voice at Indianapolis will long be remembered with the other great announcers like Sid Collins and Tom Carnegie.

 
Mister CIA said:
Aw ####.  Nanci Griffith dead at 68.  This one stings.
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An angel of song. Country & western music aint really my bag but, unlike most of the hair-piled sadsacks that Nashville stamped out like sugary peeps, i could hear the frontier, its hope & determination, in Miss Griffith's plaintive chirp. I feel a very American loss at the news of her passing. RIP -

 
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RIP German soccer legend Gerd Muller.

I never loved his style, but no arguing the results- won everything there was and set every scoring record there was at club and country level. Absolute legend gone at a much too young 75.

 
Eephus said:
My buddy Edward Earl Cook died from Covid earlier today. Under the name Schmoovy Schmoov, he played keyboards and sang with Digital Underground during their fifteen minutes of fame in late 80s/early 90s.

The following is mosty lifted from the Music of our Lives draft we did here last year.

I met Earl when I was 23.  He was a local kid a couple years younger who worked in my department.  We bonded immediately over music and because we were the two coolest guys in the office.  His real name was Edward but he called himself Earl for some reason.  I started calling him Sherm for some reason and for the only time in a lifetime of trying to pin nicknames on friends, it stuck.  Everybody called him Sherm and Earl even started calling other people Sherm.  He became a good friend of the future Mrs. Eephus and me and he stood up at our wedding.

A couple years later, Earl started doing some music with a friend of his named Greg.  Greg was a hilarious dude who knew a lot about music.  The few times he hung out at our place, he made some very interesting selections from my record collection.  Earl had toyed around with a synthesizer for years but didn't have any great musical talent.  Time went on and Earl talked about his music but not really incessantly.  He didn't seem to be treating it anymore seriously than he did anything else; his stage name was Schmoovy Schmoov for God's sake.  His playing was still mostly chords and weird sounds.  But his crew put out a record and to be honest, I had my doubts.  In the late 80s, there weren't as many guys trying to sell rap cassettes on Market Street as there would be later but there still were some.  And every brother made an effort to pitch their music to Mrs. Eephus.  Well, we listened to the record and you can guess the punchline.  The record was Doowutchyalike and I was floored. 

The Underground blew up with Sex Packets.  Earl quit work and joined the circus with them for a while.  We still saw him but not as frequently as before.  Earl wasn't big on babies so our friendship took a hit when we had ours and we ended up on the woman's side of the deal when Earl and his girlfriend split up.   He eventually moved to Atlanta and kept running the Schmoovy Schmoov hustle.  We reconnected via social recently--he'd refound Jesus along the way so most of what he sent me was scripture passages.  The last time we conversed was after the passing of Greg/Shock G earlier this year.
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Just seeing this because of facook in the other thread. Sorry for your loss, Eephus. RIP, Earl. 

 
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