Life is becoming cheaper and we can watch people getting slaughtered over breakfast these days if that was our compulsion. For people of the west who were previously sheltered from such things with efficient burial companies and censored TV, dying is now much more of an in-your-face reality, particularly and unfortunately for kids too.
So this death thing. I’m curious. What do you think happens when we die? Is that it? A long ass silence and darkness? Will we meet Elvis? Do we get to keep the same clothes? Will we get to spy on the living like some 24 hour reality show? Do we get food? And what role does religion play in your expectation?
There must be a God because I never thought I would see the day that I applaud someone taking a religious stance. Artist Natalie Grant and her husband having been fed an eyeful of bare wobbly asses and a menu of gyrating and twerking from artists such as Beyonce and some witchery demon-y stuff from Katie Perry (I didn’t see it myself), opted to vacate the premises.
Whilst I can’t comment on a show that I didn’t watch, I like the dames class. She left and it seems did not make a ballyhoo about it. The sexual, sexist occulty flavour of the music biz was not her shizz but she pointed no fingers in her explanation of her leaving. I like folks with strength of conviction and as a musician it would be great if the music biz was mostly about music.