HICKS? HUH? He died of liver cancer but...HE WASN'T BLOWIE!

While a Super Bowl commercial brays David Blowie, and somewhere in Blackpool, Bill Hoobastank and Shauna Cuntwell will be part of an all-star show...

There is no joy in Hicksville.

Dan finally answered the question:

"How Can I Miss You When You Won't Go Away?"

He died. He's gone away.

While Blowie's wife iPod hasn't broken her supermodel supercool silence, Mrs. Hicks, who had to deal with a long period of misery with her husband's decline, offered a few words on the official website:

I got nuthin' - except maybe I could quote that Paul Simon song line:

"I really wasn't such a Johnny Ace fan but I felt bad all the same."

Right. There were plenty of oddball boyos dicking around with blooze and rock and punk and whatnot. I didn't have enough cash to go check out every bent critic's darling, especially since there was no shortage of weirdos from Marshall Crenshaw to Frank Zappa and from Greg Kihn to The Ramones and Ian Dury to Loudon Wainwright III and up and down and inside out.

I had enough to deal with, tuning in Randy Newman and Warren Zevon (to name two of the more popular and prolific oddballs). AND IF I'M BEING HONEST, being backed by "The Hot Licks" didn't make this guy more interesting to me. I was busy testing my patience with those Mickey Jupp records...that ol' rock and roller was bruising enough, without getting a Hickey.

But yeah, gotta salute somebody who wrote a song called "How Can I Miss You When You Won't Go Away?"

And now we find out. If Blowie fans would just get the fuck out of the way.