Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Kist Cobain, Brian Jones, Alan Wilson and now Amy Wine House; talent and fame is a deadly cocktail, driving all these singers to the edge of eternity. Their passion for life and their existential questions about the world we inhabit, challenge our beliefs. All of them vanished in the wake of corrosive fame and desperate loneliness. Their talented and toxic lives left a depressive trail, a chilling reminder of our immortality.
Fame and fortune was a heady mix that they couldn’t comprehend or handle finally ending in a friendship with the grim reaper. Their’s was a vacuum of trust, and relationships never lasted in their “immaculately stoned” lives. They know what our hearts yearn for and the secrets we perceive our voiced in their lyrics.
So they sing and cast themselves as stars, but the wonderful milk of human kindness is useless in their own lives, as a milk yield from a cow that kicks the pail over.
Failure, depression and a retching loneliness is all pervasive, as they reach out to drugs and alcohol, while we mutely watch the macabre dance and song of death. The singers die, but their songs live on….. in our memory forever.-Vinay
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment