Arjimlad
Tights of Cydonia
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- South Glos
Yup.
I made myself quite unpopular at the time with a number of friends and acquaintances by making it clear when questioned how nauseated I was by the flood of mawkish 'grief' on display for this 'people's princess' who'd died with her parasitic playboy boyfriend driving back from a nightclub through the streets of a major city at a speed which showed just how above and apart from 'the people' such people felt themselves to be.
I honestly can't say I've ever been touched by a celebrity's death. Why should I? I don't know any. The whole thing strikes me as just one manifestation of the whole sleb culture, which I see as just a sign of a nation's fundamental immaturity and lack of imagination.
I agree totally.....all those people laying flowers. ....complete unnecessary hysteria....Florists were booming that week though ☺
You missed Val Doonican. Just saying.For me it is always musicians...
Elvis Presley was the first....
Then John Lennon, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Rory Gallagher, Gary Moore, & most recently BB King.
Although back in '77' I hadn't yet discovered Skynyrd or Thin Lizzy, rock & blues is my first love & so I mourn the missing of the great talents of Ronnie Van Zandt, Steve Gaines & Phil Lynott.
Jimi Hendrix was a sad, sad loss but before my time.
Not so sure about that. I'd suggest that the reactions of some who have posted here to a death of a famous person draw direct comparisons with personal bereavementI think that's all most people are talking about here, not making facile comparisons with deep and painful personal bereavement.
I will second those two talents lost.Kurt Cobain, at the time I loved his music and had a ticket to see him on Nirvana's tour.
George best, not so much for the sadness of him dying but for the utter waste of a talent and chances he had been given by so many others.
I remember his snazzy jumpers & crooning, him & Harry Secombe.You missed Val Doonican. Just saying.
Indeed. It always reminds me of the kind of self-righteous idiots who used to besiege paediatricians' clinics. It's just an opportunity for them to vent their spleen (or in this case emotional vacuity) and strut what they imagine to be their finer qualities in a way that makes them feel a bit better about themselves, given that they have no friends, their spouse loathes them, and their kids offer them nothing but contempt.Maybe it is just their way of dealing with other bad stuff in their lives and it manifests that way.