Mourning for real

I woke up to two deaths in the rock and roll world. Of COURSE, Gordon Lightfoot. Maybe I should put the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald on the homepod. Okay I just did. I was in Sault Ste. Siberia that night but we won’t go there tonight…

Gordon Lightfoot is a legend but I have to note that another old rock musician died yesterday, Tim Bachman of Bachman Turner Overdrive. I loved BTO’s music too. Taking Care of Business, Let it Ride, and others. Those were good driving songs in whatever crappy RUSTY old vee-hickle I was driving back then. I think his death was a bit overshadowed by Gordon Lightfoot’s but he made some wonderful contributions to the music of my youth.

Before all of that… Last night a Sault Ste. Siberian childhood / facebook friend posted that a classmate had died. The late classmate never overshared on facebook but we were “friends” and I knew that she was dealing with serious health issues by reading between the lines. I can’t really describe my childhood relationship with her.

We mostly knew each other from ballet lessons (which I was HORRIBLE AT) as young chidren. We went to different grade schools and didn’t really meet up again until junior high and high school. By that time she was (to my eyes) a diva. She was in the in crowd. I was not. My first high school boyfriend was friends with whatever boyfriend she was hanging out with and I used to feel like she might have wanted to steal MY boyfriend from me.

She didn’t want my boyfriend but it took me a while to figger that out because I was a frickin’ idiot. One of the last times I remember seeing her was in the Alpha Bar lady’s room if you could call it that. She was about to marry a hot looking Canadian hockey player which involved moving to Toronto. I was hanging out with my beloved Grinchie cousin and a bunch of our yooper friends and wondering what the f*ck I was gonna do with my life. Ozone Jim and Ozone Bob and Dusty and Marvin Chard Schmucker.

I became a successful failure and I’m not really sure what my childhood friend did with her life. I have figgered out that she had a child with the hockey player and that she married another guy later on.

We became facebook friends a long time ago and all of the old childhood crapola had fallen away.

Godspeed Donna. You are in good company with Gordon Lightfoot and Tim Bachman.

One Response to “Mourning for real”

  1. Margaret Says:

    The musicians we grew up with seem to be dying off. Gordon had an unhealthy lifestyle from what I’ve read; it surprised me because I didn’t know much about his personal life.