This Saturday, the blasting of Hunter S. Thompson's ashes will take place. In the words of Ralph Steadman, artist and co-founder of teh Gonzo: "I wish he'd shot himself through the bollocks and at least experienced the pain of it and wrote about it because his brain would still be there. He shot away the one thing we all respected and revered. The most expressive, most beautiful brain - there aren't many in a lifetime, you know? The bastard was a coward." Sigh. Jesus, I think I really did love him. Well, in other news. My brother used the words "Bob Dylan" and "musical genius" in the same sentence yesterday. And then my world came crashing down.