October 10 - 16, 2003 The Suburban Rasputin Wally George, 1932-2003 by Chris Ziegler The last time I saw Wally George, he was gliding gingerly across a dance floor, microphone in hand, golden-throating "Kansas City" to a bar dotted with jowly old men and an acned kid in a Black Flag shirt, and I thought to myself: How can anyone not love this man? Because when I first came to California, it didn’t feel like California until one late night when my friend had just moved into an empty room on the second story of a sterile beige townhouse...