And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales" - Don Henley
This week has been a big loss in the world of Music and Movies. First David Bowie on January 10 and then Alan Rickman on January 14. And as I think of the lines from Don Henley's End of the Innocence, these two men poisoned me with their wonderful talent and their loss is the end of my innocence.
There was a great Twitter comment and write up about why we grieve artist's we've never met. The article and the post can be found here.
"Thinking about how we mourn artists we've never met. We don't cry because we knew them, we cry because they helped us know ourselves."
For me the loss of Bowie and Rickman is the loss of my teenage years and early twenties.
Bowie was music that my mom and I could both share when that teenage girl really didn't think her mom was cool, but mom liked Bowie so she was cooler than most of my friend's moms.
The Goblin King was the Bowie persona I could relate to the most as a teen. His other music grew on me and I always loved that he pushed the envelope. Blackstar - his last album - still pushed the envelope and is still something my mother and I can talk about.
As for Rickman, he was one of my most favorite actors. I loved him in Die Hard, Robin Hood Prince of Thieves, all of the Harry Potter Movies, Snow Cake and Something the Lord Made. He was the perfect villain and like Bowie, a chameleon. There were just no words to describe his ability to mesmerize you on screen. I think the most - he will always be Professor Snape for me - the villain that was a hero.
I will not feel badly for the crying I have done at the loss of these two men.
So for now I will pull out my videos when I feel melancholy.
I will Dance Magic Dance.