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	<title>Comments on: Why we loved Alex Chilton</title>
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		<title>By: Paco Ahlgren</title>
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		<dc:creator>Paco Ahlgren</dc:creator>
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		<description>In 1989, my band was booked to play a show in Savannah, Georgia. I was twenty-years-old. We were opening for Alex Chilton, and I couldn’t have been more excited. Big Star is still one of my all-time favorites…

For weeks, I dreamed about what I would say to Alex (obviously, since we were both musicians, I could call him by his first name). When the long-anticipated night came, and I saw him enter the club, my mouth went dry. He unloaded his gear on stage, set up, and did a very short sound check. Then he sat at the bar.

I walked up and introduced myself: “Alex? My name is Paco. I’m with the other band.”

He smiled and shook my hand in a patient, tired kind of way. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You’re one of my biggest heroes.”

He smiled again. “Thanks.”

“I noticed your amp is pretty small. Why don’t you have a bigger setup?”

He looked at the stage. “Is that your amp up there on top of all those speakers?”

I smiled proudly. “Yeah. It’s pretty badass.”

Alex Chilton chuckled at my comment. “You’ll get over that.”
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<p>For weeks, I dreamed about what I would say to Alex (obviously, since we were both musicians, I could call him by his first name). When the long-anticipated night came, and I saw him enter the club, my mouth went dry. He unloaded his gear on stage, set up, and did a very short sound check. Then he sat at the bar.</p>
<p>I walked up and introduced myself: “Alex? My name is Paco. I’m with the other band.”</p>
<p>He smiled and shook my hand in a patient, tired kind of way. “It’s nice to meet you.”</p>
<p>“You’re one of my biggest heroes.”</p>
<p>He smiled again. “Thanks.”</p>
<p>“I noticed your amp is pretty small. Why don’t you have a bigger setup?”</p>
<p>He looked at the stage. “Is that your amp up there on top of all those speakers?”</p>
<p>I smiled proudly. “Yeah. It’s pretty badass.”</p>
<p>Alex Chilton chuckled at my comment. “You’ll get over that.”<br />
<a href="http://www.pacoahlgren.com/alex-chilton-rest-in-peace/" rel="nofollow">http://www.pacoahlgren.com/alex-chilton-rest-in-peace/</a></p>
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