I was that way when John died. Just cried and cried. Didn't eat. Could barely sleep.
When Freddie Mercury died, I stayed up all night, drunk and listening to Queen while working in the garage.
Don't know if George's death will ever really "hit" me as John's did. As I get older and get used to not only the idea of my own mortality, but go through the deaths of people who matter very much to me (John, Freddie, my father-in-law, Edwarda, and now George), and get more used to the idea of death being an inevitable part of life, it just doesn't bother me as much as it used to. Don't know whether I'm numb, jaded, or have just plain given in to the inevitablity.
As the song "Cloud Nine" has continually played through my head for the past few hours, I've really felt more mellow than irreconciliably sad.
I'm pretty sure John Lennon once referred to George Harrison as "a genius hidden behind two egomaniacs" or something to that effect. |
