I hate only writing on here when people die but this one set me back. She’s only 6 years older than me and, even though I’m almost certain it was a suicide, the news hits like an echo from my own future, my own mortality. What’s weird is I was watching a video of her this morning from out of nowhere and several hours before I heard the news. She was just that weird, bald chick in the World Party video. And then she was that utterly unsettling bald woman, serpent, statue in her first solo video. “Troy” reached out of the screen from ‘120 Minutes’ one long, hot Sunday night and creeped me right out of my hot sweat. I couldn’t understand it, but it put the barb into me. “The Lion and the Cobra” is a stone-cold classic debut album, not like anyone else but somehow composed of all of the truly good things like mystery and power that made U2 so intriguing before Bono started waving flags. “Jackie” has the sweep of an ocean. “Mandinka” makes me want to buy a Telecaster. “Jerusalem” roars and filter sweeps its way to glory. It starts a great funk vein that “I Want Your Hands On Me” picks up and delivers the electro goods in full with. I can go without skipping one track. I had a great autograph on the album at one time. I didn’t get to meet her but the crew took it back and returned it to me signed. Her second album was the one that made her name and it’s good. Things kind of went haywire after that. Lot of trouble. Then, her son killed himself last year. It was pretty much over with after that. Today’s just the period at the end of the sentence. I have no answers.