Monday, July 16, 2012
Some years ago, I named one of my LLC's, "Outside The Box Multimedia". Not so much because I felt like my work was going to be a cut above, et al (although, of course, one can always hope), but more because I seem to have spent the lion's share of my adult years operating just outside the box of conventional wisdom, etc.
I have been feeling that coloring outside the lines sense pretty strongly today.
It was inspired, or triggered as the case may be, by the passing today of three notable music talents.
Bassist Bob Babbitt.
Deep Purple's co-founder Jon Lord.
And country music pioneer Kitty Wells.
Facebook, in particular, has been saturated all day with reactions to these three deaths, almost all of those postings either literally using, or expressing feelings in terms of, the word "sad".
As in, "sad news", "very sad", "such sadness", ad nauseum.
This is where I personally wander off down the road less traveled.
Maybe it's because my own life certainly has a lot less years left in it than years already lived and I'm subliminally trying to brace my own self for the inevitable surly bonds of earth slipping, but I gotta be honest with ya, kids, I'm just not feeling a lot of sadness at the news of these three nice folks shuffling on ahead.
Obviously, I'm not such a clod that I don't understand that their loved ones are feeling the loss and that, primally, sadness is one of the gamut of emotions that wash over one in that circumstance.
And while there really is no specific measure for what constitutes "untimely", the simple truth is that both Babbitt and Lord were in their 70's and had been ill for some time and the remarkable Miss Wells lived to be a feisty 92, so it's not like any or all of them were young, in the primes of their lives and snatched from us by some cruel act or accident.
These were three lives very well lived, beautifully realized, remarkably accomplished and inspiringly spent, three very obvious counterpoints to the contemporary glut of faux celebrity and/or substance soaked tragedies.
So, call me obtuse if you must, but, sincerely, sadness eludes me here.
Celebration, on the other hand, seems very much in order.
Celebration of three lives very well lived, beautifully realized, remarkably accomplihsed and inspiringly spent.
Celebration that, assuming your theology and my theology are walking, at least, alongside each other, three deserving souls have gone on ahead to their rewards and a joy, the understanding of which we politely feign but, let's be honest, gang, which we can't begin to actually comprehend.
In that light, not to mention the light these three left behind, sadness seems a little silly.
Then again, maybe it's just me.
Wandering around over here just outside the box.