Swear by God I'll change
Yes, it was expected. Yes, it's terribly sad. I'm going to learn a Warren Zevon song tonight. I should've done so long ago. I recommend you do the same.
I saw Warren Zevon in concert twice. The first time was an unannounced gig opening for Jackson Brown at Atlanta's Chastain Park. Just him & his guitar. It was one of the coolest concert experiences of my life: waiting for Jackson, hearing a guitar, thinking it was a roadie doing a last-minute sound check. Suddenly HEY THAT'S WARREN F*CKING ZEVON!!!
The second time was at the old Moonshadow Saloon, a place that I closed many times and which closed before its time. He told the women that he would consider their requests but that for him to play them, they would have to do "...certain things..." with a foreboding leer.
Foreboding leer? Yeah, that's Warren Zevon all right. He came down through the crowd that night, on his way to the bar, I guess, and I shook his hand. RIP, man.