It was at the bike rack in front of a Whole Foods in New Orleans in the early '90s when I met Alex Chilton. I was locking up and he unlocking his bike when we exchanged simple words and an introduction. He lived in the neighborhood and was "making groceries"- as they say there, which is an adaptation from the French "fais marcher." That was right around the time he was actively unraveling his myth with the release of "Clichés".
That's all. A sliver of a memory and now he's gone.
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