So true and sad. Now will come all of the tributes. Why can't we celebrate people when they are here and alive? Maybe then they wouldn't do such self-destructive things.
Perfect mix of that particular song and that particular woman. My brother, nephew, daughter, mom--all succombed to that same demon of self-loathing fed by something else.
The whole thing makes me ineffably sad and, yes, angry. Glad I stumbled into your blog here.
I grew up in the world of music, travel but much smaller venues. I survived, my brother recently fell victim in the wasteland
ReplyDeleteEven Whitney...
ReplyDeleteRest In Peace
Short, succinct and to the point, and very touching, too.
ReplyDeletedang...in her words and yours...learning to love yourself is truly paramount...
DeletePerfect title. Why is it, do ya think?
ReplyDeleteNENE,
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment. My condolences.
EVELYN,
Who do you think might be next?
TERI,
Thanks, and good to hear from you.
BRIAN,
The most ironic song. It didn't look like she could do it.
OTHER MARY,
In WHITNEY'S OWN WORDS--from a 2002 interview with Diane Sawyer:
"Nobody makes me do what I don't want to do...the biggest devil is me."
I have never cottoned to the phrase "hot mess," but in her case...
ReplyDelete~Mary
Indeed. She soared and touched the sun.
ReplyDeleteSo true and sad. Now will come all of the tributes. Why can't we celebrate people when they are here and alive? Maybe then they wouldn't do such self-destructive things.
ReplyDeleteOh aint it the sad truth. Well done, Timoteo.
ReplyDeleteSo moving. So nicely done. She will be sorely missed.
ReplyDeletevivid imagery...
ReplyDeleteHappy Day to You.
xo
a waste of life for sure.. think it's not easy to handle your own soul when you're a superstar.. her voice was going over 3 octaves..just awesome
ReplyDeletePerfect mix of that particular song and that particular woman. My brother, nephew, daughter, mom--all succombed to that same demon of self-loathing fed by something else.
ReplyDeleteThe whole thing makes me ineffably sad and, yes, angry. Glad I stumbled into your blog here.
True words, Timo. Those wax wings won't melt if you don't fly directly into the sun.
ReplyDeleteSuch a waste of a life--and such a struggle--true words, dat--
ReplyDelete@AudreyHowitt
Ah, Tim...a sad, insightful poem about a sad ending.
ReplyDeleteSo very true, a waste of her own doing.
ReplyDeleteTrue and sad.........
ReplyDeleteWow! That juxtaposition of word and song just say all that is to be said.
ReplyDeleteI dont know.
ReplyDeleteI'm still reeling from losing Amy Winehouse.
fucking sin right there.
It's so sad how the star machine seems to chew up and spit out so much wonderful talent.
ReplyDeleteJimmy, Janice, Jim, Elvis, Kurt, Bob, George, Stevie Ray, Amy, Whitney ... may they all rest in peace
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