Death is unfair. Death is never easy. Death collapses onto our heads without a warning; and breaks our hearts in two or more unrepair-able parts. There is no substance to put us back together again; no kingÌ¢âÂã¢s men or super gorilla glue to mend our pain. My mother died also (ironically?) on Christmas Day, 10 years ago. When death comes to our house, we remember all of those who died, those who touched our lives. Where can we look for soothing words of comfort and soft caresses? There is no hand large enough to pat our back; or soft enough to hold us without taking our breath away.
Say it. Tell me that she died peacefully, ready and willing. Tell me a lie so I can lose this anger and try to live my own life fully, without looking back. Death makes us look Forward Back Around us to see the love among our friends.
As a producer and manager, I enter the lives of artists, as a support system. Watching and prodding and encouraging them to be the best that they can be. Offering a critical eye, when asked; and protecting them from misunderstandings.
Adrienne was an artist who I could never get enough of. Her voice charmed me every time I heard it. I had no corrections, or prodding. It was not necessary to encourage her to go beyond herself. She was the prodder and the comfort and the assurance. Onstage, she glowed and drew me to her. Adrienne, songbird, sing to the stars and the ether. Forever in our hearts.
Oh Songbird. Adrienne.
Death is unfair. Death is never easy. Death collapses onto our heads without a warning; and breaks our hearts in two or more unrepair-able parts. There is no substance to put us back together again; no kingÌ¢âÂã¢s men or super gorilla glue to mend our pain. My mother died also (ironically?) on Christmas Day, 10 years ago. When death comes to our house, we remember all of those who died, those who touched our lives. Where can we look for soothing words of comfort and soft caresses? There is no hand large enough to pat our back; or soft enough to hold us without taking our breath away.
Say it. Tell me that she died peacefully, ready and willing. Tell me a lie so I can lose this anger and try to live my own life fully, without looking back. Death makes us look Forward Back Around us to see the love among our friends.
As a producer and manager, I enter the lives of artists, as a support system. Watching and prodding and encouraging them to be the best that they can be. Offering a critical eye, when asked; and protecting them from misunderstandings.
Adrienne was an artist who I could never get enough of. Her voice charmed me every time I heard it. I had no corrections, or prodding. It was not necessary to encourage her to go beyond herself. She was the prodder and the comfort and the assurance. Onstage, she glowed and drew me to her. Adrienne, songbird, sing to the stars and the ether. Forever in our hearts.