Taken from us one drink at a time, killed by demons that ate her life, she leaves the world stunned and bewildered by her exit. Her haunting insistent and sometimes vibrant talent posed questions and offered views of life which she herself couldn’t answer or control. But in her brief journey, disconnected from the public love which surrounded her she raised a flag for a generation still discovering themselves. Her’s seemed an existence blessed with an expression beyond the hopes of most, which proved a burden and responsibility too hard to bear: there was no escape.
The loss and the waste affect us all. That someone so young should be crushed by the fame she deserved and which so many seek. Unlike many she was great despite herself. To hear her sing was to recognise the presence of something from another age, or no age like ours. Many find fame by design, plot their period in the limelight and eek out their meagre gifts in the search for immortality. We are surrounded by competent abilities played to percentages.
Most of us peddle our limited abilities up the hill of life. She found herself strapped to a rocket of unique unquestioned brilliance and the journey exhausted her.She sought those burdened like herself, whose imbalance and search for oblivion teased out her own demons and weaknesses till they destroyed her. Only feeling at home with the troubled she let their common problems consume her, so that those who truly loved her as a person, not an icon, could only wring their hands and watch helplessly as she destroyed herself
We will miss her reckless brilliance. Her music lives on but the brief firework of expression, which dazzled those who saw it has gone. The room of life in which we dwell, seems somehow emptier for her passing.