Don't let the sun go down on me
The Christmas madness is over and we are back to the base after table surfing for three days. Today we have only two tasks, or better I have a task (backing cookies with Nora) and Dennis is celebrating the life and work of a great artist prematurely passed away on Christmas Day. You might already know who he is simply because you live on planet heart and you read the news, or you might have guessed it when reading the title of this post.
Yes I am talking about George Michael. Even though I am a bit too young to have screamed at one of his concerts as Wham I still remember others doing that. I remember his more mature career in the nineties and onwards.
My husband is broadcasting his major works full volume and from behind my baking tray I try to remember how it was to listen to this music when it was released. How glamorous does the past look!
Maybe this what George must have thought himself in the last couple of years when fame and glory eluded him more and more. It is definitely sad to die alone, payback time for a lifetime of undeserved fame and ungrateful excesses you might say. I do not know, it seems a bit harsh, his music made me feel better at times, the same is probably true for many other people, it must be worth something don't you think?
He won't be forgotten, and this can certainly not be said of you and me.
I look at my children, they are completely unaware of what is going on in my head but maybe if these cookies will turn out to be fabulous fun they might remember that when I am gone!
Yes I am talking about George Michael. Even though I am a bit too young to have screamed at one of his concerts as Wham I still remember others doing that. I remember his more mature career in the nineties and onwards.
My husband is broadcasting his major works full volume and from behind my baking tray I try to remember how it was to listen to this music when it was released. How glamorous does the past look!
Maybe this what George must have thought himself in the last couple of years when fame and glory eluded him more and more. It is definitely sad to die alone, payback time for a lifetime of undeserved fame and ungrateful excesses you might say. I do not know, it seems a bit harsh, his music made me feel better at times, the same is probably true for many other people, it must be worth something don't you think?
He won't be forgotten, and this can certainly not be said of you and me.
I look at my children, they are completely unaware of what is going on in my head but maybe if these cookies will turn out to be fabulous fun they might remember that when I am gone!
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