It's a very sad day for those of us of a certain age and musical taste.  I remember the first anniversary of Jimi's death and, somehow, 39 years have passed by.  It's still a huge loss and such a waste of immeasurable talent.   And oh god, those eyes!

Twenty-seven was a dangerous age for rock stars in those days - Janis Joplin died a month ( Read more... )

Way to go to get me crying first thing.

A couple of videos I've just come across, celebrating the wonderful Ms Joplin:
   the first is a rare copy of Leonard Cohen's first version of Chelsea Hotel, which is possibly the most heartbreaking love song ever written (after Myfanwy, of course!) gets me in tears every time, anyway;
   the second is Janis  ( Read more... )

The first change was the loss of little Desi - de ratta. On Wednesday morning I had been sitting up late - 3am - catching up with programmes on BBC 7 before I went to bed, only to find Desi lying very still in the corner of the cage.  He was so cold that I thought he was dead but when I picked him up, he kicked and blinked his eyes.  I tried ( Read more... )

My little Ali died just a short while ago.   I woke up at 8.26 and went immediately to check on him but he was gone.  Rigor has not yet set in so it must have been just before I woke up.  He was outside his bedroom, so it might have been his moving that woke me.

He was a fighter right to the end - I didn't think he was going to last through Sunday ( Read more... )

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I've just picked up this meme and, being desperate for stimulation decided to give it a go.

Find the nearest book.
Open to page 56.
Find the fifth sentence and post it.
Not the coolest book, the NEAREST book.

And what I found was:

This 'existence' is what sets him apart from all other forms of life.

It concerns some existentialist shit by Theodosius ( Read more... )

DDDBMT were one of my favourite bands when I was young and carefree, and when I learnt the other night of the death of the gorgeous Dave Dee, another part of my childhood shattered.

Along with The Trogs at the time, Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick and Titch represented fun and naughtiness as I tottered on the brink of my burgeoning teenage sexuality.

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... As today is All Souls' Day I have to make an entry just so as I can use my icon of the last beloved soul I lost ( Read more... )

Prepare to shed them now.


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My most adored one died this morning at 11.25.  Lying on top of me in proper Squebo-snuggles style I could feel his heart beating slower and slower but he'd gone before it stopped.   No terrible scream like from Nell and Berry but he was wailing every now and again throughout the night and the last time about five minutes before he went - and I ( Read more... )