Who could pass up mentioning the unexpected death of Prince yesterday at the age of 57? Original, unique, talented, a funk innovator, .... Sadly found unresponsive in an elevator at his compound in the greatly-named Paisley Park in Minnesota. I'm happy to say he lived in Canada for a while with his Canadian wife. He was in declining health they say and had a hard time in his last American performances before cancelling Atlanta. He was here in Montreal for a surprise night of two shows a few weeks ago, and you have to wonder too if like Bowie, he just knew. People in Montreal saw nothing wrong. Whatever he died of, it won't be long since the autopsy is today but while the mystery still lingers, it's just tragic that it should happen so early on. Then again most music legends are cut down but live on. I knew people who were bigger fans than me, but I could appreciate his music. Now it has an ethereal feel to it. Rest in peace, Prince.
Moody Blues guy ... I recall having to enlist my oldest brother and his GF to take me to Moody Blues concerts as a child. So sad. Someone please check on Pat Benatar and Bruce Springsteen or ill go in a funk soon.
For families that are already strained, this never helps. That's when supportive or imaginative mates are so crucial to avoid the abysmal pull of some family dynamics. I'm familiar with it, but cannot count on anyone. I echo Leticia's internal scream, no doubt. She's hardly to blame.
Oh to have been there at Glastonbury! Paul McCartney & Bruce Springsteen!! Full stop. Crowds are a no-no for me 😩 or I'd have been to see my fave 😘 Clara Luciani last week and would plan to see the pope also. (His joints will feel much better in cool QC city and Ste Anne de Beaupré can cook up a miracle, easily btw).
Ahhh Québec city and Paul McCartney - an absolute, perfect outdoor concert 👌🏻 that was for the 400th. Hundreds of thousands, and total bliss. As a child, I'd make others buy me Wings LPs. I still have one, I'm certain. The soundtrack to pristine times. And Bruce 🤌🏼 Bruce & The River album I must have worn down from blocking out the world on earphones and listening to this operatic album. I'm still reading Born to Run, very slowly I know, because every chapter is a staged scene with a million things unsaid and electric words. You need recovery time.
Last year, working in Ireland, having a pint in the cold outside a Dalkey pub with some new friends, a woman with purpose strode past us. Puffy parker zipped to the nape and her bowed head covered in a scarf.
One of my new friends muttered an exclamation, jumped up and pursued the woman. Thirty metres down the road the friend and the woman embraced and he waved me over. There under streetlights with mist on my breath, I met Sinéad. She looked in my eyes, and uttered with disarming softness “oh, it’s you Russell”.
She came with us back to the table and sat in the cold and ordered a hot tea. In a conversation without fences we roamed through the recent Dublin heatwave, local politics, American politics, the ongoing fight for indigenous recognition in many places, but particularly in Australia, her warm memory of New Zealand, faith, music, movies and her brother the writer. I had the opportunity to tell her she was a hero of mine.
When her second cup was taking on the night air, she rose, embraced us all and strode away into the fog-dimmed streetlights.
We sat there the four of us and variously expressed the same thing. What an amazing woman.
An actor who's also a glutton for punishment in his private life 😉 (Regards to Sandy, I'm a really boring IG poster btw.) *(But I'm open to selling the rights to my story, provided my real name never comes out.)
Sinéad… You bared your soul… Shared your brilliance Through exquisite artistry Your incredible voice.. Fierce and fragile Lioness and lamb Sweet singing bird Keenly tuned Trembling.. Tip-toeing along the high wire Or stamping the ground Raw Wounded Fearless Impulsive Bold and beautiful Truth teller Singer of songs Crazy wisdom Power house Shaman Priest and Priestess Unafraid.. May the angels hold you In their tender arms And give you rest In peace…❤️
Clearly this poor man was already unconscious or he'd been more animate trying to avoid the fall. Those guys should turn themselves in, plead guilty to involuntary manslaughter or the British equivalent.