Spencer P. Jones once paid me what it took me a while to appreciate was as good a compliment as there could be. "In music," he said, "there's two types of people - wannabes and lifers - and you're a lifer." And so now that Spencer has gone, his lifer-sentence run out, I wanted to just make note: I loved the guy. Like so many did. He just had that thing, he was impossible to dislike, he was hilariously dryly funny, and he was generous and kind - and he was a great, great rock'n'roll guitar player, songwriter and singer. Click through here or the photo below (a great too-seldom-seen shot that I recall convincing Spence to take his shirt off to allow Simon Obarzanek to take it) to read what was doubtless the most major magazine feature that Spencer ever got all to himself, which I wrote for Rolling Stone in 1994 on the occasion of the release of his belated, first solo album Rumour of Death. Sadly the rumour now is all too true. Seeya in the big bar in the sky Spence, where we'll crack a cocktail and have a laugh at the follies of our temporal lives...