This was gonna be one thing and then it became another.
I was gonna rant and rave about the Little House of Horrors and how it was such a piece of shit to work on and most probably bitch and moan about how much it blows to build a Little House of Horrors.
My life sucks, right?
And then I saw that Amy Winehouse died and I don’t know why but something kicked in, and kicked me in a way that was surprising.
I actually feel sad. Really sad. And I don’t know why. I wasn’t a huge fan, just a guy liking her music.
And Miss Carol too.
We can’t quite figure it out, but it hit us like a bullet that somebody with all that talent burned out that fast.
Or maybe that’s why they do.
Maybe it’s all they can do.
I’m at a loss. I don’t know why it fucking bothers me so much. But it does. I wish I could puzzle it out but I can’t.
Thinking of Amy makes me sad.
Fuck the stupid house.
Maybe all that talent does burn them out too fast, too young. I didn’t follow her music but what I heard I liked…she was a little bizarre ~ but then talented and/or intellectual folks sometimes are. Like you, I felt sad when I heard she had died…I wasn’t surprised given her life style, but I was sad. She reminded me of many other talents that have burned out way too young during my lifetime…you can’t help but feel sad when someone so young leaves too soon.
Who knows how it feels to stand that close to the flame?
Well, she was so young and had so many ongoing, non-stop psych problems- you have to wonder if she was ever able to enjoy any of her talent or life or 5 grammys, ya know? It is sad. It shouldn’t be like that.
um. It sounds like she at least enjoyed something.