Sunday, January 17, 2016

Alive Inside

If you ever want to awaken my memories, this is the song you should play.

I am a huge fan of documentaries and recently I rented Alive Inside  which is about a guy on a mission to help the millions of Americans who live with dementia. (Which, if you ask me, is a kind of death.) Anyway, this man, Dan Cohen, discovers that playing music for individuals in nursing homes is more helpful than any drug they might be taking. Listening to meaningful songs from their youth awakens that person, brings them joy and a renewed connection to a world that they are rapidly losing. I loved it, especially this guy below.


I loved it so much that I am going to send the Music and Memory project a couple of my old iPods.

Have you seen this movie? What did you think? What's your set list to give to your peeps to awaken you?

Have you seen Star Wars the Force Awakens? Spoiler is below.

Friday, January 15, 2016

Grieving for Public Figures


This has been a very tough week. Like many of you, I was jarred from sleep by the words "David Bowie is dead," from my local NPR station. I don't think I've ever jumped out of bed quicker to confirm the news on of all places, Facebook. Yeah, I know. Facebook.  I went to a social media site (a site that I have a love/hate relationship with) for more information about his sudden death. Immediately, I began to cry as his face popped up over and over on my feed. Yes, it was a sad day, but being there with others who were grieving about him made me feel less alone. Thank goodness I am not the only person who cares that David Bowie has left this world!

When I was writing Death Becomes Us, I was sitting alone in a fire station waiting for the crew to come back. My friend Katie called in a panicked state to inform me that Michael Jackson had died. (Farrah Fawcett had died earlier in the day. Poor woman. Overshadowed by the King of Pop.) I felt like a part of my youth had died. I wanted to commiserate with someone and nobody at the station cared one way or the other that he had passed. I felt ashamed for my feelings. But, let me be the first to tell you that nobody should be ashamed to grieve. Grief is part of life and it is perfectly normal. Heck, it's normal to feel more grief about your cat dying than your grandpa. But, when you live in a culture that doesn't exactly embrace grief, to the point that they would appreciate it if you got through it quickly (in seven easy steps!) and preferably somewhere else, what is a person to do?
I wanted her hair, but I wanted his dance moves.

Go to social media. Create a meme. Share your stories. I didn't know David Bowie, but his music meant a lot to me, especially when I was younger and a little bit strange. Okay, I was a lot strange. Still am, just in a different way. Anyway, in 1987, a friend asked me if I wanted to go see David Bowie at Kemper Arena.  She had tickets for 2nd row center on the floor and I was like, not only yeah, but HELL YEAH! I was 17 and my hair had recovered from my self-inflicted chop job I did in 7th grade. I remember wearing a white t-shirt, army green cargo pants and black boots. When I saw that we had tickets in front of one of the more popular kids at my school, I felt for a brief second that I was cool. This sensation was prolonged and sealed (at least in my mind) when Bowie sang a portion of China Girl to me. At least I think he did. It felt that way. And seeing as I was taller than everyone around me, my giant head is the one he focused on as he sang. I saw him years later at the Warfield in San Francisco. Once again I was on the floor, but I couldn't get anywhere near the stage because my date was a total goober who didn't like Bowie. That was our last date.

Then yesterday, I found out that Alan Rickman had died of cancer at the same age as Bowie. I didn't think I was going to get through the day. I loved Alan Rickman. I loved him in Die Hard, Sense and Sensibility and of course as Severus Snape in all the Harry Potter movies. His voice. His large expressive face. It was all too much.  But, this is what life is. If you've loved a lot, and yes this includes celebrities, you are going to grieve a lot too.



Do I have a solution? No. Just be kind to those that grieve, even if you can't relate. You'll get there one day.

So, was this a tough week for you? Did Bowie sing you to sleep? Did Rickman's evil charm make your toes curl? If not, has there been a public figure that died that really got to you?  Share if you dare.

If you want to read about my love for Michael Jackson and my exploration of death, you can get my book at Amazon or Barnes and Noble or from the trunk of my car, but please ask first before opening it.