Usually I shrug off celebrity deaths, not that I'm not like 'damn, that sucks' especially if it's someone who's work I *liked*, but I'm just not all that invested in performers' personal lives. and even though it's a stereotype to the max, 8/10 Hollywood deaths are drug related, so you know, you make your own choices
BUT THEN SOMETIMES- it hits me hard. Usually because it's a musician that I love. I grew up with Beastie Boys. I've burned playback holes through a bajillion copies of Licensed To Ill since I was three years old. I don't even think Ill Communication sucked all that bad (and *everyone* hates that album!!) I got into a brawl inside a Psycho Sisters consignment shop because this girl said "Beastie Boys are just trying to rip off Eminem".
This is depressing. Part of me is pissed off that it's something like Cancer, because I feel like we lost one of the "good ones", you know? And yet Bruno Mars lives on. I think someone up there needs a new secretary, because obviously there was a mix up with the outgoing 'smite' memo. But then, I'm kind of more accepting that it was something medical and unpreventable, instead of you know, blowing his heart out with cocaine. I can be, like, legitimately sad instead of completely unsurprised and relatively unsympathetic.
I hope they play 'No Sleep Till Brooklyn" at his service. He needs to go out on that kind of righteously rocking note.
Yup, exactly. I'm sure Adam will have a two-hour televised funeral like Whitney... oh, wait.
One can mourn however they want, no matter what caused the person's death--if you loved Whitney, Winehouse, whoever else, you have the right to be sad. They DID contribute to music and the arts. But it's especially sad when a visionary who HADN'T gotten mixed up in nefarious deeds gets hit like this.
And YES, I was thinking the same! What a great song that'd be.
Usually I shrug off celebrity deaths, not that I'm not like 'damn, that sucks' especially if it's someone who's work I *liked*, but I'm just not all that invested in performers' personal lives. and even though it's a stereotype to the max, 8/10 Hollywood deaths are drug related, so you know, you make your own choices
BUT THEN SOMETIMES- it hits me hard. Usually because it's a musician that I love. I grew up with Beastie Boys. I've burned playback holes through a bajillion copies of Licensed To Ill since I was three years old. I don't even think Ill Communication sucked all that bad (and *everyone* hates that album!!) I got into a brawl inside a Psycho Sisters consignment shop because this girl said "Beastie Boys are just trying to rip off Eminem".
This is depressing. Part of me is pissed off that it's something like Cancer, because I feel like we lost one of the "good ones", you know? And yet Bruno Mars lives on. I think someone up there needs a new secretary, because obviously there was a mix up with the outgoing 'smite' memo. But then, I'm kind of more accepting that it was something medical and unpreventable, instead of you know, blowing his heart out with cocaine. I can be, like, legitimately sad instead of completely unsurprised and relatively unsympathetic.
I hope they play 'No Sleep Till Brooklyn" at his service. He needs to go out on that kind of righteously rocking note.
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One can mourn however they want, no matter what caused the person's death--if you loved Whitney, Winehouse, whoever else, you have the right to be sad. They DID contribute to music and the arts. But it's especially sad when a visionary who HADN'T gotten mixed up in nefarious deeds gets hit like this.
And YES, I was thinking the same! What a great song that'd be.
*HUG*
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