Music—as art form, as healing force, as communal enterprise—unequivocally lost its best friend when Tom Terrell, after an inexorable bout with prostate cancer, made his transition from madcap music-addicted earthling to truly extraterrestrial brother. The world of musicians, music people, and even the damned—music journalists—is now significantly smaller, more entropic, more unsound, more unwise and unwitty without Tom around to bind us up, wind us... More >>>