Let's Party Like...somebody we cared about died.
PRINCE? Good enough!
Once again, as with BLOWIE (and SHITNEY, etc. etc.) the worn-out phrases appear ("died too soon" "what a legend" "r.i.p.") and everybody gets to Tweet grief and buy and sell souvenirs on eBay. Whee! Hooray!
People love a good superstar death. Gotta have one at least once every two or three months. BLOWIE had gotten so BORING. Now there's something else to talk about. Make a list of the greatest hits. Make a list of the songs only the REAL fans know about. Interview everybody from ex-lovers to the President!
Most of all, be a part of it. All these idiots giving their so-unimportant recollections of their favorite RINSE songs, or where they were when they heard the news, or their theory on what happened. And don't forget to go d-d-d-d-d-dancing in the street! How dull is life when there's no excuse to either be somber and place candles and flowers somewhere, or be giddy and declare, like those bad MEMES that show up on FARCEBOOK that the deceased "isn't dead! He's still with us! His work lives on!"
Let's all go make a SHRINE to the dead star, and take photos of ourselves in front of it. Mass mourning is kewl!
Ah yes, The PURPLE One is right there on the fence, watching and smiling. From there, he takes a train to a bus to an angel who will fly him to RAINBOW BRIDGE, where we'll all be someday in the great beyond. We'll spend eternity listening to him sing all those oh-so-enduring songs again and again and again. Shitty 80's funk...that's HEAVEN....
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