I learned today at 6 AM that my friend, the influential Detroit rock n roll pioneer, Michael Davis , best remembered as the bassist for the MC5 , passed away on Friday. I was at work, and people were beginning to arrive, so I wasn't able to grab my MC5 cd from my car and blast "Kick Out the Jams, motherfucker" in his honor... so I did it all the way on my drive home, and I'm doing it now. All day long, I've been remembering Michael and the wonderful times I spent with him and his wife, Angela and their sons at their California home, all the times he rocked me... because once the surviving MC5 members re-formed and started touring, there was nothing that would stop me from seeing them play - starting from their opening night in Detroit, to Central Park in my at-the-time home town of NYC, and any and everywhere in between. Michael Davis believed in the power of music and his love and belief were inspiring. As a young man, he was at the forefront of turbulent ti...