i learned, much to my shock, that jolie rickman, one of my favorite singers, died in january from ovarian cancer. she was 35 years old.
i am very sad that i was never able to see her perform, let alone actually meet her and tell her how wonderful i thought she really was. i had chances and i blew it and now i will live with it all over again. this has happened before, when elliott smith died. i spend so much time listening to these people and being inspired by them to work on my own writing that when they are gone and the music stops i feel nothing but absolute sadness. i am foolish not to recognize my influences and make every attempt to seek out those people and let them know. now everything's ruined.
"here's to fools who felt no pain, dancing in the rain"
i am very sad that i was never able to see her perform, let alone actually meet her and tell her how wonderful i thought she really was. i had chances and i blew it and now i will live with it all over again. this has happened before, when elliott smith died. i spend so much time listening to these people and being inspired by them to work on my own writing that when they are gone and the music stops i feel nothing but absolute sadness. i am foolish not to recognize my influences and make every attempt to seek out those people and let them know. now everything's ruined.
"here's to fools who felt no pain, dancing in the rain"