Good morning. Sorry about the delay. I guess it has been a good delay since my last musing. So many ideas to write about and so little time. I've got to get better at organizing my ideas and dividing up the writing hours accordingly.
Anyway, I wanted to discuss the idea of death coming in threes. I'm not superstitious at all, but apparently this notion of the three-pronged death cycle is quite old.
If we look at the music industry in the last two weeks, somewhat of a more open-mind than me, might link the deaths of three people.
George Jones, country legend, world-famous drinker and otherwise notorious outlaw, died on April 26th at the age of 81. Less than a week later, Chris 'Mac Daddy' Kelly from Kris Kross, died at the age of 34 (way too early for anyone to die) on May 1st.
The very next day, May 2nd, Jeff Hanneman died. Jeff was a guitartist for one of my absolute all-time favorite bands, Slayer. He was only 49. Too young.
I share a personal link with all three of these artists.
In the late 80s and early 90s I kind of liked rap. I could understand what the artists were saying, and in general, it didn't suck like it does today. But, to each his own. I liked Kris Kross' big hit, Jump along with other artists like Public Enemy, LL Cool J, Kool Moe D, and A Tribe Called Quest.
Later I got into country music, preferring bluegrass and classic country to the newer pop-style country. George Jones was always a favorite. Still love two of his big hits today -- He Stopped Loving Her Today and I Don't Need Your Rockin' Chair.
My first love, though, was always rock n' roll. Kiss, Slayer, Black Sabbath, Motley Crue, Saxon and countless others. I still listen to the same old stuff today. I like new rock n' roll, but it's just not the same. Maybe I associate those old songs with my youth, or maybe the music was just better back then.
Whatever the case, it's only rock n' roll, but I love it. Always have, always will.
I think I'll listen to Slayer's World Painted Blood today.