So I'm hoping that my comment about television chef and travel specialist Anthony Bourdain in my recent post about Jethro Tull wasn't the final straw that pushed him over the edge. (You know, that whole "Eat another warthog anus, chef-boy!" thing.)
I used to be a fan of Bourdain's show, although in recent years, a series of things turned me off of him. Most of them aren't music-related, so I won't talk about them here. The reason he got mentioned here at all was his outspoken hatred for all things Jethro Tull. (And c'mon, what kind of joyless misanthrope hates Jethro Tull?)
In all seriousness, it's always tragic to see someone so much in pain that they make the decision to take their own life, so I'm sad for him, his family, and his fans. You never really know what kind of pain is going on inside of someone's head.
So in spite of some of the bad feelings I developed toward the man in the last year or two, R.I.P. Anthony Bourdain. As Ian Anderson himself would say, "Wish you goodbye till further on."
