|Pat DiNizio, State Theater, Falls Church, VA. January, 2012. Photo courtesy Laura Lynn Music Photography|
The Smithereens were one of the all-time great rock 'n' roll bands. And I can't believe I have to say that in the past tense already. The death of The Smithereens' front man Pat DiNizio was one more gut punch on an already hectic, dismal, frustrating Tuesday for me. In my sprawling power pop history "The Kids Are Alright!," I mention The Smithereens parenthetically but enthusiastically: "And there were The Smithereens, perhaps not a power pop group per se, but nonetheless a winning amalgamation of killer hooks and rock 'n' roll buzz (come to think of it, that is power pop, innit?)." I was a fan, but other than my piece on "Got Me A Girl" for This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio, Volume 4, I've never written all that much about The Smithereens.
To properly eulogize Pat DiNizio, I turn to my friend Rich Firestone. This is a personal loss for Rich, and the entire pop world joins him in mourning the less of a giant. Tell us about it, Rich:
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