So. I turned 45 this week. Can I just say...
When in God's name did this happen???? It was YESTERDAY I was at Lollapalooza when Perry Farrell was still really into it and it actually TRAVELED with Jim Rose's Side Show Circus.
I saw, that particular year, L7, George Clinton and Parliment Funkadelic, Stereo Lab, Beastie Boys, and the ENTIRE REASON I went was to see...Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.
I love his sense of storytelling throughout his music. And when he wrote "And the ass saw the angel?" He had that Southern Gothic dialect down. I know, because I grew up in a swamp in New Orleans. And I'm white, so I enunciate.
Most thrilling thing ever for me.
Nick Cave's teenage son died today. Anyway, I am heartbroken at any parent losing a child...I have no words. I know if my Jellybean were to...something would happen?
I would be destroyed. There are no other words for it. I couldn't live without my child and to think of someone I admire doing just that? My heart weeps for them.
K
Saturday, October 3, 2015
Turning 45 & the tragedy of death.
Hi, I'm Nallaah. I thought I was just a normal girl born into a very large Cajun family in 1970.
I was dead wrong about that. I'm fairly certain my enormous family is real.
While attending grad school in the mid-90's, I was diagnosed with an auto-immune disease whose only purpose was to make me extremely ill & keep me that way.
I had to quit school, which I adored and still do. I divorced, remarried & met the love of my life, my newborn, Alex.
Divorced again after a series of surgeries to remove the majority of the infected intestine. Then, 4 years ago I met Roger. Playing the only thing that brought me joy save my son.
So that's me on the surface.
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