Avicii – In Remembrance – Verses Inked

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Avicii, born Stockholm, Sweden, as Tim Begling. Found deceased Muscat, Oman – aged 28.

Avicii – the showman will be remembered as a pusher of boundaries. A 16 year old prodigy, who would go onto become among the forerunners of the EDM takeover of the pop music charts post 2010.

Avicii is a story spoilt by success, with copious premonitions of an oncoming conclusion. The elbow grease of a life on the road, weighed down too heavily on the traveller. Alcohol dependency, and stress lead to premature and severe health problems, and an eventual death. Avicii  had taken an indefinite hiatus from touring since 2016.

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Feeling my way through the darkness Guided by a beating heart I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start They tell me I’m too young to understand They say I’m caught up in a dream Well life will pass me by if I don’t open up my eyes Well that’s fine by me

Lyrics – Wake me up -Avicii

 

Avicii ‘is a developing story.’ – quote Rolling Stone. Oman police initially found no proof of foul play, or criminal intentions in the death. As VersesInked went to words, a heartfelt remembrance, and a note of appreciation towards the fans was released by the artist’s family. May the family, friends and fans find peace in their time of loss. A parallel storyline speculating a possible suicide has started taking over the internet.

Avicii – True stories, is a documentary written, produced and directed by Levan Tsikurishvilli, chronicles the life and time of the artist – the stage, the rush, the  ricochet, the man, the entertainer, the money making machine, the phenomenon.

Avicii, as per Buddhism, is the lowest rung of hell. The artist, an existentialist, as may be inferred, had taken to the screen name, as his given name had already been taken up on myspace.

 

We Remember Chris Cornell at Verses Inked

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An Obituary to Chris Cornell – Say Hello to Heaven

 

And if I show you my dark side 
Will you still hold me tonight? 
And if I open my heart to you 
And show you my weak side 
What would you do? 
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?

-The Final Cut – Rogers Waters

Rolling Stone have got their stories going anyways. We at Verses Inked furnish a humble eulogy. To the student of magic, the moment in time feels like the passing away of the professor of potions. Chris Cornell was the Severus Snape like character. The man who poured out his dark side for the world to see until the world and its darkness got the better of him. Long life to the cause of creation of magic. The man lived and loved and lost. He fought for a cause, established an order- call it Phoenix or Grunge. Yet them demons. Don’t the bible say. You fight them for too long, and you end-up as one of them.

The news of Chris Cornell’s passing away came as a rude awakening to the world, yet only this time the world had got too used to such unfortunate occurrences. Every now and then someone brings it to the point where one should see it coming, yet it is all so comfortable with your eyes closed. Moreover who wants to think about the how – how death shows up – how John Lennon was overcome by multiple bullet wounds, or perhaps how Jhonny Cash passed away in peace, inebriate with grief on the death of his wife June Carter four months before, and diabetes. While Picasso’s heart failed him at the age of ninety one while he and his wife had invited friends over for dinner.

As Chris Cornell would himself sing in, ‘ Like a stone ‘. The second single from the eponymous first album of the American rock-n-roll super-group, Audioslave.

On a cobweb afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we’ll die alone
And if we’re good, we’ll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go 

Following the typical octave stretching chorus, the second verse continues as –

“ On my deathbed I will pray
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone
Who will take me to heaven
To a place I recall…”

And just before Chris Cornell explodes into the chorus for one last time, the concluding part of the final verse read as; 

“ In dreams until my death

I will wander on…”

And that is to speak of just one song.

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How much of the prophecy came true is there for everyone to listen and read about. Chris was found dead by Soundgarden bodyguard Martin Kirsten in the bathroom floor of room 1136 of the MGM Grand Hotel & Casino in Detroit Michigan, with a red exercise band around his neck and blood spilled from his mouth. The autopsy report would later confirm that Cornell took his own life.

The stimulant to the action was perhaps an extra dose of Ativan, a prescription medicine administered to control anxiety. Chris would incoherently complain of tiredness to his wife over the phone just moments before he took his own life.

Vicky Cornell, the bereaved widow mourned the passing away of her husband in an open letter. Vicky emotionally speaks of Chris’s “ patience empathy and love..”. The wife mourns the circumstances in which her husband gave away his life, in solitariness. Her disbelief at the event of the suicide clearly shows through in her words. Further in the letter, she hopes of their paths crossing again, like soulmates often do, as Chris would say. She speaks of him finding her again with a promise of nurturing the beautiful babies which they bore.

As would circumstance have it, Chris was at the MGM Grand Hotel and Casino in Detroit after having performed at the Fox Theater in the city with his band Soundgarden. The performance was a homecoming for both Chris as well as the band.

 The Promise, is the last single released by Cornell. The song was composed as the ending credit of a movie by the same name.

In his last ever stage performance, Chris Cornell sang a cover of Led Zepplin’s In My Time of Dying for the encore.”…a bellowing vocal flourish” is how Rolling Stone Magazine describes the rendition.

What has the world lost. A singer of unmatched vocal prowess. A voice that would be etched in people’s mind for a lifetime. A voice that had its own little space in the fringes of the realm. A space in terms of voice scales touched by few, surely none with the ease with which Cornell did. A song writer whose lyrics carried in its depth the very soul of grunge. A poet who wrote his darkest thoughts in the cleanest of words. Someone who was still excited about the future, yet as in his last words, too tired to make it happen. A chart topper for best vocalists across genres and sagas. A saga in his own rights. The world mourns the passing away of Chris Cornell. We at Verses Inked humbly join in. Unable to express out grief in eloquent words we quote him. The song written by Chris Cornell for his band Temple of the Dog. Say Hello to Heaven.

He came from an island
and he died from the street
and he hurt so bad like a soul breaking
but he never said nothing to me
So say hello to heaven, heaven, heaven…
So say hello to heaven, heaven, heaven…

Read From Verses Inked Desk:  The Alternate Age of Music Production

Source: rollingstone.com, wikipedia.com

Leonard Cohen – An Obituary – Verses Inked©

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An Obituary to Leonard Cohen :-  A Verses Inked© Composition

 

And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it’s real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Lyrics from A Thousand Kisses Deep, from Cohen’s tenth studio album – Ten More Songs. A fitting prelude, in the man’s own word, retrospective of his life and times.

We have Leonard Cohen in our thoughts at Verses Inked. November 7th 2016 saw the passing away of Cohen. A poet, musician, writer and artist. A lifelong observer to orthodox Judaism, a proud Canadian. A personification perhaps, of the resplendent land-locked water-bodies of Canada. A master at rhymes with a voice with strength.

Leonard Cohen, among other personas about whom enough could never be written about, because certain remote yet engaging episodes of such blessed lives would always miss been on print of the finest intentions. For instance this not so interesting fact which Cohen himself accepted on some recorded interview for a certain Scandinavian television. That he once tried to introduce red wine to a Buddhist monk. He for once even convinced his zen teacher to deviate from the path of raw fish and sake and develop a taste for a traditional Jewish chicken soup. The most amusing piece of information, if one may think so.

 

Leonard Cohen – Spiritual Sojourns:

For a period of five years in the neoclassic 90’s Cohen shaved his head clean and lived his days at a monastery atop Mount Baldy at the outskirts of Los Angeles, with Buddhist Monk and Zen teacher Kyozan Hoshu Sasaki. Cohen was eventually consecrated as a Buddhist monk in the mid-90’s. Although his roots to orthodox Judaism remained compellingly strong, with him maintaining lifelong correspondence with Quebec based Orthodox synagogue, Congregation Shaar Hashomayim.

Although still, it was not until meeting Indian spiritual master Ramesh Balsekar, later in the 90’s that Cohen considered his spiritual quest close to fulfillment. In fact many of Cohen’s verses have been accepted to be straight lift ups from Talmudic literature, as they have been from other spiritual text, as well from the works of Fredrico Garcia Lorca, Albert Camus, William Butler Yeats, Walt Whitman and the likes.

The need for constant structure in life, which Leonard Cohen sought through his spiritual experiments, are sure to bring him peace in the life after. Death the ultimate leveller, if ever need be for one. Some wait for it, others have horses for their courses, working their way to extinction, one breath at a time.

 

The Passive Showman:

Leonard Cohen went for it for sure. It did go all ablaze, when doth need make. The Walter White story line played out in exact, albeit in real life. The man lost it all, was insecure of his inheritance to his family. The rest is ‘History’. Speaking objectively of which; Cohen lost most of his previously accumulated fortunes to the underhandlings of a female financial adviser, and been unable to re-collect any money even after winning a legal battle, Cohen, revving on his 70’s, set out on a world tour, after a complete absence from the scene for 15 years. The earnings from the tour were in millions of American bucks.

A voice you can sleep on, a singer and songwriter who understood and addressed the gravest needs of the time. A modest suit and hat gentleman made of love, faith and justice. A fortnight before he peacefully passed away in sleep, Leonard Cohen had released his final studio album. The album; the ever resounding Cohen recorded on a wheelchair and was produced by his Son, Adam Cohen. It was incidentally the first time the choir from the Orthodox Synagogue, Congregation Shaar Hashomayim, to which Cohen had associations all his life, was part of the production crew. Otherwise Cohen’s sound was known to be characteristically dominated by female vocals. This was the first time the father and son were working together. For Cohen senior, it was to be his first moves away from minimalism in the scope of sound. Too bad Curtain Call.

“ a little too weak to get there and boogie, and a little too healthy to die. “, in his own words, Cohen described his condition during his last days.

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References: Macleans Magazine, Wikipedia.