"The Reaper is Coming...The Reaper is Coming..." (PRAY FOR PAUL)

Aw, bad news, and the guy is only 75.

This was one of those confusing groups...fronted by a guy who wasn't the front.

Paul was not the lead singer. Mark Lindsay was.

And Mark became such a balloon-headed egomaniac the stupid group had to amend it's already long name to add, "featuring Mark Lindsay."

Or something like that.

And did anyone even remember which songs were from this group and not, oh, The Buckinghams or Strawberry Alarm Clock or Billy J. Kramer and the Dakotas?

They were the kind of group where the members had to identify their hit song. "You know our hit...KICKS..." "Ohhh, yeah....And you did "Red Rubber Ball" too?" "NO!" "You did that creepy song about little children?" "That was Billy J. Kramer and the Dakotas." "Oh, you American groups all sounded alike." "The Dakotas were from England. ENGLAND!"

"Really? The Dakotas? Somewhere near Hull, originally? They dug up the Dakotas and moved the territory via barge all the way to America? Must have been around the same time London Bridge got re-assembled in Arizona or something!" "Don't you remember the 60's, you twit?" "Only the GOOD music..." "Hey, "KICKS" was a good song." "Yes, I guess so, but I think it could've been done better by Heather Mills."

OK, OK.

The fun's got to end sometime, but 75...that's not old. I mean, DYLAN isn't 75 yet. JAGGER isn't 75 yet.

I will have Paul in my prayers.

After all, I prayed that I wouldn't have to turn on a TV and see his asshole band in those stupid outfits...and that prayer's held up for over 40 years!

So if I pray that he can go on stage without a cane (the way Brian Wilson can go on stage without a brain) then it's a win-win. I won't have to see a TV news obituary on this guy, where they might show a film clip of him and his band in those stupid outfits...