The 27 Club



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!

Cherry Moon, Purple Rain


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.

Starman (Part 2)


Bowie Gaze

He made us think

beyond this time and space.

Put Germany back together,

redefined our human race.

B 3

He made this life

far reaching, gave permission

to be jagged and misfitting

spiky odd in the transmission.

BQ 7

Aladdin sane a lad in synch

with platform sole and vision.

The stardust king of ground control

cut diamond dog precision.

DB dog 1

One eye blue and one exploded

Changing strange and lure.

Dichotomy.   Why not with me?

You pretty thing unsure.

DB 13

He travels onward. We should know

he’s not so far away.

Look to the sky a silver star

a light year and a day.

BQ 5


He was Out There.   Out There where Everything happens.

bowie 1


The original Starman who fell to earth, a cosmic cyclone Major Tom, navigating the labyrinth upon which he found himself.   He had much to teach, although I  often wondered if this planet was actually ready for him.  Nah. But maybe now… ?

Hey did anyone notice American Horror Story Freak Show gave him a fitting tribute, a perfect swan song?

Back in the glitter days a Bowie concert was The Place To Be.  Years of the scavengers, seasons of the bitch.  We’d put on our red shoes and dance the blues, all us rebel rebels who’d torn our dress, face a mess.  Ground controllers striving to be Heroes.  Just for one day.

The original Starman has been taken back to the stars.  Watch for him in the night skies, the silver rush of Pleiades, the belt of Orion, the red twinkling of Mars and the blush of Venus. He’ll be there, stark as a space oddity, bright as a diamond dog.

I’m gonna miss this guy.  Very much.