Verry sad news. Robbie Williams has been found dead, and it might even look like suicide.
It’s something to stand still with for a moment as the world of hollywood has lost someone with a great personality.
Now I want to take this oportunity to focus on something that’s been on the back of mind for a good while now. It’s not that I want to be unsensitive to people who care about Williams, but now is the time.
It takes me back to the death of Dimebag Darrel. I was at the time a verry big fan, way into Pantera and Damageplan. This was right before dean guitars made it a hype. Heh, I even had a washburn stealth, loved that guitar. And I still am a fan, sometimes nothing beats some good old ‘nterra!
It was the first time something like this had hapened to me, a childhood hero died…and how. I turned on the tv and there it was scrolling across the screen “Rockstar Dimebag Darrel murdered” as the reporter was explaining the situation. I froze. And it took me a while, at school me and some other guitarists talked about it. No cracking jokes, no trying to outguitar ego eachother…this was a moment for silence. And so it went on for a while…it honestly did something to me, I really looked up to the guy. I even named a pet bunny after him.
Until a certain point, as I mentioned before, dean guitars had aqcuired the rights to his new guitar designs and started milking it bigtime. With that came the hordes of fanboys that kept on hyping and bullshitting about every little fact they could find. And something clicked in me. The sudden realisation that this was a person I didn’t know personally. The realistation that, if I were to stand before him in the afterlife or something then and there, he’d probably go like “euhm could you move aside please? I’d rather see my wife!”.
That made me grow out of it and I’ve been sort of a hardass ever since about celebrity deaths.
This takes me to another one from a few years aggo. Micheal Jackson.
Oh my goodness what mass madness there was about it, and to some still is I bet.
I saw people up close in my personal life hurting over it. I just didn’t care. And I still don’t. The guy made fantastic music and…that’s about it. Yes there was also some really freaky stuff in the news about him…but that’s about it. But everybody just made it way bigger then it was suposed to be.
And what did christianity do at the time? A lot of them just jumped on the bandwagon blindly. Some heard he got saved right before he died, some had a visions he was in Hell, some had visions that he was still alive and claimed that must be it, others knew for sure he was a muslim, some actually claimed to have seen him (next to tupac and Elvis I bet) and the wild theories, speculations and just downright embarrasments just kept popping up.
And in all of this, this media orgy of drama mongering over some famous person who died. Nobody seemed to stand still with the fact that, almost nobody really knew this guy.
There’s two things I wanna get at here.
First: keep your emotions and feelings for those who are actually part of your personal life. It’s not natural to have such intense feelings about pieces of media that are suposed to represent people. Don’t get me wrong here, love art, but give it an appropriate place in your heart. Hey if another one of my guitar heros dies soon who knows I might be bummed out too for a while, but lets try. Good ol famely values right?
Second, and this one is for the Christians mostly: Sometimes you just don’t know and you aught to embrace that. You don’t know what was in this persons heart, soul and spirit by just looking at his artistic output. You don’t know if this person is in heaven or hell because “you had the vision”. You don’t know what hapened and is going on because of your half-assed deductive reasoning. Be a respectfull person and just say “I don’t know”. Christians tend to have a bad image in this area, lets try and change that. Beeing humble by admitting that you don’t know, is not a defeat ok? In fact you’ll find it to be quite a charming aspect of your personality that will open doors.
So there now you know how I feel about celebrity deaths and all the crazyness about it.
And I haven’t even posted this for 10 minutes and already it’s there, the smartass Christian remarks “Humour is good, God is better”…I don’t even have words for such ignorant arrogance…