What a sad year so far...

Hi Steve,

Ya know, I have been all over that radio station's web site to find your DJ thing, but I cannot seem to locate the link to hear it anywhere.  GRRRR.  So, I apologize, but I've missed it.  I'm really bummed about it too. I was looking forward to it all week.  I hope somebody will put it on YouTube or something.  DRAT!!!

What a sad year 2012 has been so far....too many deaths....too much sadness...

Whitney Houston, only 48 years old, completely blitzed on drugs and alcohol----DEAD.
Don Cornelius, the creator of SOUL TRAIN---DEAD.
Etta James, the most awesome R&B singer in the whole entire universe----DEAD.

My friend Milton wrote on Facebook yesterday: "This is the saddest Black History Month EVER."

I didn't realize that Whitney was a client of Fan Asylum, until I saw Lora's post on Facebook earlier.  Ya know, my high school class song was "The Greatest Love of All," even though I didn't vote for it.  I wanted RUBICON from Frontiers, it just made a whole lotta sense to me, for graduation.  Ya know?  But the idiots I went to school with apparently had a more narcissistic urge and chose Whitney's song.  I was rather annoyed because it's all about "loving yourself," and ya know what, most of the boneheads I went to school with were ALREADY a bunch of self-absorbed ego-maniacs.  Why not RUBICON?!! It had some massively huge and very real truths in it, it was sobering, inspiring, hopeful....it was just PERFECT as a graduation song dammit!!  Buncha fucktards.  Ahem.  Sorry, had to let that out.

There is no denying the greatness of Whitney's voice, though.  She was gorgeous, the goddaughter of Aretha Franklin and cousin of Dionne Warwick even.  She could sing, dance, act, and amaze everyone. The saddest thing is, I really feel that Bobby Brown led her to her drug addiction, and that is a total shame.  I can't believe she just gave up on herself and fell into that trap.  Why do so many people who WANT to become famous, and DO, seem unable to handle it when they reach that goal?  She seemed to have the whole world by the balls, y'know? Could have done anything, gone anywhere, had an awesome, positive and very LONG life...but now it's over.  At 48.

I am only 43 years old, and I'm nowhere NEAR feeling like my life is over.  (though I did after 9/11).  But that really hits ya right in the gut, doesn't it?  I mean, only 5 years older than me.  Hell, I am now 3 years older than John Lennon was when he was killed.  It kinda freaks me out and makes me feel all creepy.

But I digress.

So many tragic deaths.  Not to mention my friend Mike.  And our little chiuaua dog, Radar.

And the thing that chills me to the bone is, knowing that at some point soon, it'll be Florence's turn.  I'm hoping she can at least go live in this really cool place near us, that handles only Alzheimers patients all day, every day, before she passes on.  So far she's been there once, and loved it.  She even said that she would have to spend a night or two there first, before she decides if she wants to live there or not! That left us feeling rather shocked!

We just wanted her to go spend the day there, for activities and socializing with other people her own age.  We didn't really think she would WANT to go live in an assisted living place, but hey, if it is a place that she really likes a lot, then her quality of life would really improve if she's happier there.  We are all for that.  It's only about 10 minutes away from us, too, so we could visit her anytime.  We are just going to take her there once a week for now, though, to get her involved in activities that she enjoys doing with other people, rather than sit around here bored to death every day, looking at the same 4 walls all the time.

So, this is going to be a strange year, with so many losses going on around me.  I just learned that Mike's ex-wife (a total hag who never had any contact with her daughter who has Batten's Disease), is apparently coming out of the wood work to try and get some money from Mike's estate.  It's disgusting, and I deplore such behavior.  Now those kids of his not only have to deal with their grief of such an unexpected and sudden loss, but they have to fight in court with their mother.

If anybody EVER tries that bullshit with me when Florence dies, I will totally fuck them up to the point of absolute annihilation.  Nobody better even THINK about trying that shit with me.  Florence has a will, though, and I don't think Mike did.

The thing that kills me about Mike, is that he was only one year away from retirement.  How I wish I could have gone to his goodbye retirement party at the Museum instead of a memorial service.  He wanted to go live in Las Vegas, that was his dream.  He was so close to achieving that.  Breaks my heart that he's gone.  I still can't get over it.

I was hoping to hear your voice tonight, to cheer me up a bit.

Alas, that didn't happen.

Well, anyway, I know you probably had a fun time being a DJ for a day, and I'm curious to know which songs you chose to play and why....but until I find a link somehow, I'm pretty much resigned to the fact that I've missed it.

SIGH.  I still love ya though.  No matter what.  Just don't die on me anytime soon, okay?? PROMISE??

Bye for now.

Love, Rebecca