Turning 45 & the tragedy of death.

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