RIP Chris Kelly of Kris Kross

4 05 2013

Another one-hit-wonder has died of an apparent drug overdose. It seems That fleeting fame can be as damaging to the soul as excess fame. Another troubled soul, Chris Kelly, has died of what appears to be a mix of cocaine and heroin. He was only 34 years old.




24 07 2011

This was written by a beautiful young women that I know.  It might seem current, but actually it was written in the summer of 2008, after the poem’s author first heard Ms. Winehouse’s <em>Back to Black</em> album.  It’s a moving piece and quite prescient.


Purple half-moons under frenzied eyes
Heroine chic, thin is in
Pasty skin
Smokey, come-hither echoes
From vocal chords.

Long, drawn-out bellows
Ghostly cries of love
Agony, ecstasy
Head bowed in worship
To the white powder before your nose.

Like a thick black mass
Time oozes under the steel door.
Life bleeds out the crackled window.
Suffocation is near
Tattooed bodies strewn around.

Inhaling cigarettes and salty gin.
Fame in four-inch pumps
clicking on the stage
Slurred words rolling.

Ebony hair piled beehive high
Spread your soul on the clean green grass
Daddy’s wringing his hands
Mommy’s done holding her cry.
Their toddler left the crib

And is running toward the lake.

Amy Winehouse dead at 27

23 07 2011

Tragically, but not surprisingly, Amy Winehouse was found dead today in her London home, at age 27.
Had this come as some sort of surprise I suppose I could eulogize her. But this was, sadly, only a matter of time.

Thanks Chris!

27 04 2010

An acquaintance of mine at my gym talks to me every morning, often about music.  He’s in his 50’s, which might be in the older side for this kind of music, but is quite the Alice in Chains fan.  For reasons I don’t quite understand he assumed I would really like watching the Alice in Chains DVD, Music Bank, so he brought it in for me to borrow.

It took me the better part of two weeks but I finally got around to watching it.  I couldn’t tell you why, but I couldn’t get their songs out of my head for the next week after that.  “Man in the Box,” “Rooster,” “Them Bones,” and “Down In a Hole” cycled through my mind endlessly for days.

I think back in the early 90’s I liked AIC well enough but I’d hardly call myself a fan.  I saw them open for Van Halen on the Carnal Knowledge tour and was impressed.  But to listen to them off the radio is something I’ve never done.

I think what draw me most to the music was the horrific accounts of Layne Staley’s drug addiction and final days on earth.  The songs made me do some reading on the ‘net about his life and what I found was so tragic — I could somewhat identify having known friends and family with drug problems — that I couldn’t get it out of my mind.  Haunting.  Like the creepiest parts of Trainspotting, Layne’s story was hard to block out.

I say thanks to Chris for exposing me to the music which I had forgotten was often quite good.  But I also “thank” him for the funk that reading about AIC and Layne Staley put me in, emotionally, for a few days.

“Lucy in the Sky” has passed away

28 09 2009

Lucy Vodden, who inspired the Beatles classic “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” has passed away.  Most Beatles fans — and even many casual followers — will recall the story that while the Beatles were writing songs for Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, Julian Lennon came home from school with a drawing of his classmate, Lucy.  He showed his father and explained that the drawing was “Lucy in the sky with diamonds.”

To this day, people refuse to believe that the song was about anything other than LSD, a surprising notion to cling to given that the John and his fellow Beatles were quite honest about the drug references that did find their way into songs and that they had experimented quite extensively with various substances.

Nevertheless, the young lady who inspired the song has sadly passed after a long battle with cancer.  Godspeed to her family and friends.,2933,556580,00.html?test=latestnews

Uncomfortably numb

21 06 2009

I hurt my back at the gym yesterday.  Since then I’ve been in near-constant pain.  The only “relief” is Flexiril, a muscle relaxer.  It doesn’t provide pain relief as much as it seems to keep the back flexible.  It also makes me loopy, edgy and a tad crabby.  It definitely dulls me.

That feeling made me think of this song.  I’m sure it’s about trippier experiences than mine, but it fits the fog — the I’m-not-myself-feeling — I’m living in at the moment.