For someone most of us knew as a fringe celeb, DJ AM actually had a compelling life story, the most recent chapter of which was thought to be his success in overcoming drug addiction...until yesterday. At 36, he was the survivor of a suicide attempt and a horrific plane crash, but ultimately he couldn't outrun the untimely death he seemed almost destined for. Tragic and sad ending for a native son of Philly.
Anybody who can spin Wonderwall into Paper Planes is alright by me...R.I.P. DJ AM.
He was a Rabelaisian figure in the Senate and in life, instantly recognizable by his shock of white hair, his florid, oversize face, his booming Boston brogue, his powerful but pained stride. He was a celebrity, sometimes a self-parody, a hearty friend, an implacable foe, a man of large faith and large flaws, a melancholy character who persevered, drank deeply and sang loudly. He was a Kennedy.