Cosmically conscious troubadour, gone too soon.
Cosmically conscious troubadour, gone too soon.
One Mad Hatter we’ll never forget.
P.S. This first video is an interesting Alice-like version of the song. RIP Tom.
And of course the Vevo version 🙂
Here in Chicago, kids are winding down for their last week of school. As we get ready for beaches, barbeques, rising temps and rowdiness, I could not resist this classic from the fantastic Alice Cooper!
Taking the Wayback Machine way back to 1972 for this one — although I would argue the song is just as relevant today as it ever was. “We got no class and we got no principles.” Puns intended.
I have always loved the Coop (maybe because his name is Alice, hehe). They share a penchant for top hats, animals and other-worldliness.
At any rate, turn up the volume, grab the sandals, shades and lemonade. Get ready for a long, carefree summer, my favorite time of year 🙂
The question is not WHY did Bob Dylan win a Nobel Prize for Literature. The question is WHY has it taken this long? The second bard, the traveling Wilbury, he who makes us look at that which we (do not always) want to see.
“He wants to scatter poems from airplanes across the landscape
He’s some kinda poetic nut Like he thinks he’s Dylan
Thomas and Bob Dylan rolled together
He wants to lip-read everybody’s thoughts and feelings
— ‘The Love Nut’ by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Plus, he was the original sign holder 🙂
“If everyone practiced being themselves instead of pretending to be what they aren’t, there would be peace.” — John Lennon
John Lennon born Oct 9, 1940. Died Dec. 8, 1980
“Give Peace a Chance.”
Today, July 3rd, marks the death of rock stars Jim Morrison and Brian Jones. Both Jim and Brian were 27 years old at the time of their deaths. They are members of the infamous so-called ’27 Club’.
In case you have not heard of the 27 Club, it is a group of young, talented (and I daresay other-worldly) musicians who all died at the tender age of 27. Spooky huh? Some of the most famous are: Amy Winehouse, Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Peter Hamm and Robert Johnson.
In terms of numerology, it is not so weird. 27 (or 9) is considered a number of completion. It is also the number of ultimate knowledge, represented by the Hermit and the Moon in the tarot.
Of course, these guys could have waited till they were 81. Or 72. Or 90! But then we would not have the gripping tragedy surrounding their deaths, nor the mystery, nor the romance. We worship our young dead, mourn their losses hard, won’t give them up.
Everybody likes to blame it on drugs, or wild lifestyle, or the hazards of the music industry. Robert Johnson was, after all, down at the Crossroads 🙂
But seriously, I got to thinking and I wondered… What if every life is perfectly completed in a perfect way? Maybe every life ends in a cumulative pinnacle, a perfect 27, whether figuratively or literally. Maybe there are no accidents, no matter how hard humankind try to manufacture them. Maybe the 27 Club is Supposed To Be.
After all, we do immortalize them. We remember Jim as the infamous Lizard King, shaman of the west, taking us through the infinite Doors of perception. The mystical Brian Jones was a Rolling Stones icon, the epitome of swinging London. We remember Amy as the tatted diva, ragged but nonetheless beautiful with a voice that captured and charmed. And grunge king Kurt Cobain has been the patron saint of many a teenager.
I believe they each came into this world with an energy that simply could not be assimilated well into planet earth. If you watch videos of them now, you will see that these individuals were ethereal, extremely beautiful, charismatic and talented beyond belief. In other words, too heavenly for earth 🙂
Because of their early deaths, they are etched in our minds, forever present and forever young. Maybe (just maybe, in the cosmic consciousness) they themselves would have no other way.
May they Rock In Peace.
Watch this amazing video to see the full list. You’ll be surprised!
This guy. I mean, seriously? Are you kidding me?
When I first saw Prince on MTV, I was so blown away I could not look away. Never had we seen such a thing. Somewhere between pop-rock, symphony and soul, somewhere between Hendrix, James Brown and the Beatles, blurring lines of race and gender, he was an innovator, an illusionist, an enigma. Not to mention a walking fashion statement. Glittering paisley, eyeliner, lace and mesh — and yet there was never a doubt about this man’s masculinity. Small in stature but towering in soul as well as platform soles, he’d come to town decked out in leg warmers, no shirt and a lone bandana around his neck.
And then he’d sing.
His concerts were a spiritual experience. He literally brought races and populations together to dance to his revolution. I saw it happen. Even the whitest of the white could have soul and rhythm with Prince. He made you feel cool and hip and a part of things. He brought out the Nikki in all of us and I suspect it did not matter who or what you were. You were for Prince and Prince was for you. That’s all you need know, Dearly Beloved.
He was a spokesman for justice, taking on the record industry, even forsaking his own name in order to stay true to his art. He was a poet, a genius, and a force of nature.Truly, a force of nature. As a matter of fact, I am told that yesterday, in honor of Queen Elizabeth’s 90th birthday, Niagra Falls was actually turned purple!
Not kidding, check it out.
Coincidence/ no coincidence. Theoretically and symbolically this was in honor of the Queen, purple being the color of royalty. But we really know who it was for, don’t we? Ah, but Life is just a party and parties aren’t meant to last…
So long Purple Reign. U will never b4gotten.