There’s an almost anti-intellectualism angle at play when you hear all these whining, soppy or pious points of view that the death of Glenn Frey from the Eagles is as important as David Bowie’s and/or Lemmy’s and/or anyone else who has shuffled off recently.
Lives matter. Absolutely. But when we mourn a musician we are celebrating what they meant to us. As I said regarding the death of Glenn Frey he meant nothing to me – or rather his music (most of it) meant nothing to me. That doesn’t mean I’m glad he’s dead. Read More