I conducted the very last ever interview with Paul Kossoff (iconic guitarist of Free, they of "All Right Now" supremacy on all classic rock stations everywhere, and later ventures solo or with Back Street Crawler) right before he died young. I can locate neither tearsheets nor tape recordings to prove this piece's eventual appearance in some fly by night, local L.A. alternative rag (Tim Buckley's last interview ever with yours truly fortunately is up at rocksbackpages.com now. I think the message clearly is, rock musicians, don't do an interview with me.)
I didn't ask him about his previously publicized overdose in which he had (presciently as it turns out) been legally dead however briefly. He rewarded my lack of intrusion by telling me what it actually was like to be dead, saying, "You go to sleep. There's nothing else." Heady stuff for a young rock interviewer who already was a nihilist of sorts.