It’s late here, and I have rested and got up to eat when I probably should have fallen asleep for the night.
A thought has been popping up now and then, and I had considered writing about it, but had just been letting it go, as late as it is, I think I should type it out.
When David Bowie died, quite a few people rushed to pay tribute, most notably Nile Rodgers and Lady Gaga at the recent Grammy’s and Lorde with Bowie’s Band at The Brit Awards.
Some heaped scorn on one, and praised the other.
I have a story.
My Sister, Janice (No, it’s not pronounced like that), Was, unlike Me, The traditional sort.
I love my Sister, never “loved”, She’s not with us now, She died of ovarian cancer in 2010.
But she was so traditional, and patriotic, She was a bit like Margaret Hoolihan from M*A*S*H, Say the wrong thing and there’d be a scream, and on another level she was Mrs Bucket (Boo-kay) from Keeping up appearances.
She loved bagpipe music, and she kept her house spotless… totally spotless, and her eyes would travel around the house here, looking at the great piles of dust or dishes or what have you.
Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t totally hopeless, we laughed a lot and in many ways she was a lovely person, she just had her… things.
When she died, I was sitting behind her Grand Daughter at Jan’s funeral
who had asked to play a song for her, and when I heard it, I was a bit miffed. it was some teen pop idol from the noughties.
And while it wasn’t bad, it was totally unsuitable for my Sister, Speaking more about my Grand Niece.
It seemed like she hadn’t put much thought into it, but then she was only a kid, there was that.
But recently I wondered if they had listened to the song together. My Mother and I had listened to Pop music that I had bought into the home, she liked some of it, she loved a bit of it too.
The day before Mum died, she thanked me for bringing music into the home, and now I try to keep the music going, even if I don’t really feel like it, it helps me too.
Funerals are awkward things, we attend them with the best of intentions, but emotions rise from nowhere, and sometime cause regret.
There are the slips, the faux-pas, the feet sliding into mouths while some would like to slide theirs up the backsides of others.
It’s a delicate balancing act where everyone tells their side of the story, and it doesn’t always sit right with some.
I have come to a realisation which is to allow things to be at those moments, to be less critical, and to be patient with ourselves if our feelings lead us astray.
Everyone’s a critic when we hear music, watch a movie or read a book… and you might be silently critical of what you’re reading now, which is fine.
When a musician dies, other musicians will pay tribute by playing music, playing music is what musicians generally do best.
They know and understand that they are merely the imitator, and fervently wish they were in the audience watching the original artist or performing along side them.
They’re doing their best, and should they not live up to the standards of the original artist, we should not punish them for it.