A Little Rattle and Hum...A Letter, Inspired by U2

Gloria,

Tomorrow, I Will Follow you Into The Heart of The City of Blinding Light, where the Streets Have No Name, but All I Want is U2.

However, if you feel Bad about being Stuck in a Moment You Can’t Get Out Of, then Get On Your Boots and just Walk On while I Stay (Faraway, So Close!) and enjoy the Beautiful Day, because  this is One show I’m bound to remember Until The End of The World; With or Without You. 

Then, Sunday, Bloody Sunday, we can hit the Discotheque, if you so Desire, But please Don’t Take Your Guns to Town, ‘cause if you Bullet The Blue Sky, you won’t get out til after Christmas. Then, When Love Comes to Town on New Year’s Day, I’ll have to swallow my Pride (in The Name of Love) and tell the Angel of Harlem to come again Another Day. Before you know it we’ll be 40, with No Line On The Horizon; All Because of You...and your Mysterious Ways.

By then, if I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For, maybe God Will Send His Angels and next October we’ll experience Vertigo from the highest Elevation and you can Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me by The Unforgettable Fire.

Wouldn’t that be The Sweetest Thing?

-Crash-



Have fun at Magnetic Hill!

Forever 27

The 27 Club is the one place you don’t want to be a V.I.P.

A lot of attention has been paid to this mysterious club recently as Amy Winehouse became the latest celebrity to join the ranks which include Joplin, Hendrix, Morrison, Cobain, and more; all artists who prematurely left the world at the age of 27.

It’s an eerie phenomenon, to say the least.

There’s a lot of talent in the so-called club, and a common link is drugs (whether directly or indirectly responsible for the deaths). The rock n’ roll lifestyle can only last so long before you either get help, or it completely consumes you.

When Amy Winehouse was found dead, no one questioned whether or not it was another in a long line of internet hoaxes which have “claimed the lives” of everyone from Gordon Lightfoot to Adam Sandler.  Her battles with addiction were certainly well publicized, and in most cases, she was known more for her troubles than her vocal talents. Jokes were easy to come by: “Well, she did say no to rehab...”, and it was easy to dismiss her death as just another celebrity junkie who overdosed - final results of her autopsy won’t be revealed til he fall – but that doesn’t make it any less tragic. She was only 27.

I’m 25.

A friend of mine said “She had all the money and help at hand and didn't get clean. Whose fault was it? hers!”

Well, yeah, sure…that’s easy for someone who’s not a slave to addiction to say. She had a problem, but because she’s famous and has money it’s supposed to be easier for her, psychologically and physically, to get clean? I doubt it. The only thing that really separates celebrities from you and me is that they constantly live in a glass house. We put these people on a pedestal, so, when they do something that falls short of our ideals, they get ripped apart for it.

Famous or not; we’re all just human beings.

-Crash-



**I can appreciate the irony behind Amy Winehouse’s situation, and I think the best comedy is without boundary, but sometimes I tire of the cynicism of the world and need a more refreshing point of view; Russell Brand (yes, him) provided me with one, and Todd Park Mohr provided me with another:




My thanks to Ross Neilsen for posting this yesterday and bringing it to my attention....it’s a haunting, emotional song; personal opinions of Winehouse aside.