Thanking this man for the music, the weirdness, the laughs and bringing the sleazy vibes far into his twilight years. There will be no all-star Carnegie Hall salute for Blowfly, no middle-of-the-night downtown Austin street sign changes (though David Blowfly Street does have a certain ring to it), heads of state will not mourn his passing. So do it yourself. Ring the bell ten times. Pour one (or several) out. Crank up “Shitting On The Dock Of The Bay” or “Who Did I Eat Last Night?”, “Electronic Pussy Sucker” or “The Vampire That Ate Miami” and pay homage to the late, great Clarence Reid.