11 January 2016

Sour, Sand, and Stardust ...

The Theys say that the celebrities, they depart in groups of three, and I guess this round is no exception to that rule.  Not really sure about that rule, but this round of three really hits home. So much of youth and growing up and becoming who I am took place with many of the songs of these people either playing in the background or at full volume. What a way to end an old year and start a new one, eh?  

Not much to be said about Mr. Weiland that hasn't been said. I saw STP once, live, with my beloved. All I really remember, some decades later, is that he had on a rainbow clown wig, sat on a giant swing that raised and lowered and he was massively fucked up during that performance, and that was before we really knew what was going on in his world. Really, I think that was before we even had much contact with the internets. I'm not the musical aficionado that can rattle off all manner of deep tracks for you to go seek out, but YouBoob can see to that for you. Definitely a loss of talent that probably won't soon be replaced, not by the likes of the shite that is taking over the music world now. 

Lemme just say this: The world lost who was, in my mind, a man's man ... Metal all the way. Man all the way. He had his flaws, but he wasn't trying to pretend perfection. He did his thing, he did it to the best of his ability, and he did it with blood concocted of Jack and Coke and tobacco smoke. No, I was never a HUGE Motorhead fan, but I was a Lemmy fan, mostly because of his 'Fuck it' demeanor. Watching the documentary of his life, "Lemmy", really cemented my admiration for what he was all about. It was truly an unreal experience to sit here Sunday night and watch his memorial service, streaming live from LA, but it was also kind of really cool to be able to hear the many thoughts and stories that friends, family and fellow musicians had to share. Lemmy's boots were made for walking and he walked right outta here. As for this song, honestly, I just found it, and know that if I ever have to hear this song again, the only version I want to hear is this one. Period. The original can be locked away for eternity. End of ... 

Never a huge Bowie fanatic, I can't speak to much of anything about him except for he tripped me out and I just dug his style. Period. I know full well that his music meant so much to so many people and this loss is shocking and huge. Living a sheltered childhood, I wasn't exposed to much of his work until later in the adolescent years, so forgive me the fact that one of my favorites is one of the more commercial hits, China Girl. Don't know why, just dig it. This one, Heroes, I love because it's a song that my beloved always tells me applies to us. It's been around in numerous variations throughout our life together, and the words make it easier to get through the hard stuff. 

What it really boils down to is that all this demise has made me truly realize that there is absofuckinglutely no point to sitting around waiting on life to make itself happen FOR us. 


It also finally hit me that the reason they call the age of 40 being "over the hill" is because time now moves at the speed of a bicycle going down a very steep hill in a place like San Francisco.  As Ferris Bueller once said, "Life moves pretty fast." 

I've taken it upon myself to truly get rid of all the shite that has been cluttering up life for years now. I spent some time this morning getting rid of all but two things that would remind me of one of the most painful years of my life, and amidst several shudders, shivers and reminders that it's long gone, I put it all in the trash. Gone. It can't hurt me anymore, the reality or the paper proof of all the bullshit that happened. And with the passing of people who actually DID do something with their lives, I am reminded that the time is now for me to let go of the past and get a jump on living what life there is left for me to the best of my own ability. 

Quite the Wake Up Call, I think.   

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