He evaded those dead categories with seeming ease, with grace. And in that aided me and undoubtedly countless of others also trying to find a path away from that deadness, and not with ease, not with grace. That is not a small thing to say of anyone, and next to that, his songs, his marvellous, glittering art: defiant, ever changing, ever evading, slipping away from all attempts of definition. He was much too fast for that. So, a very sad day this.
Of course this is the land of all teenagers and young adults: the inner freakhood, the pain of not fitting into the world but then again it really does feel extra sharp when you cannot even begin to think of a compromise, a gradual adjustment as your very being is a radical rebellion against the liveless past certainties that still did then control thoughts and expectations in their iron grip.
Of course this is the land of all teenagers and young adults: the inner freakhood, the pain of not fitting into the world but then again it really does feel extra sharp when you cannot even begin to think of a compromise, a gradual adjustment as your very being is a radical rebellion against the liveless past certainties that still did then control thoughts and expectations in their iron grip.