Man, folks loved Gram Parsons. Just after he died, OD’ed at 28 in a Motel 8 hotel room on the edge of the desert in 1973, his road manager, and assorted peops, stole his body, which was at LAX on its way back to Parsons’ family funeral in New Orleans. The crew, with a rented hippie hearse, snatched the casket from the airport and drove it out to Joshua Tree and set it aflame, an illegal cremation that laid Gram to rest where he felt most at home, as per his wishes. “It was done by people who really loved him,” an associate of Gram's told Rolling Stone. There’s a whole movie about it...

Photo taken at the 8x10 Club, Baltimore, Md., December 2019.