sometimes I wish I was young in the 60s. The music was so much better. Like actual art. It’s so emotional. I’m lame.
and if you’re a little morbid like me.. it seems fitting (or maybe not) here is a little light reading on the 27 Club:
Call it a weird curse or just a coincidence, the number 27 has proved to be the biggest controversy generating number for music lovers across the globe for over 20 years now. Each year fans world over get together to celebrate the music left by legendary musicians who died at the age of 27.
When legendary Blues man, Robert Johnson, was killed at the age of 27, his death is said to have spawned a curse. The legend unfolds like this: Johnson, always enamored of the Blues and desiring the ability to play guitar was, unfortunately, a mediocre talent. He disappeared for a time, during which he sold his soul to the devil by making a crossroads deal, in exchange for an unparalleled talent with the guitar. Suddenly he was a Blues master, composing songs about the crossroads and hellhounds on his trail. In 1938, he was supposedly given a bottle of wine which had been poisoned by one such jealous spouse. Johnson died a long, agonizing death. He was 27.
Here’s a truncated list of the dearly departed:
- Robert Johnson (Blues Singer- First to start the curse)
- Brian Jones (The Rolling Stones)
- Janis Joplin
- Jimi Hendrix
- Jim Morrison (The Doors)
- Malcom Hale (Spanky and Our Gang)
- David Michael Alexander (The Stooges)
- Pete Ham (Bad Company)
- Kristin Pfaff (Hole)
- Kurt Cobain (Nirvana)
- Amy Winehouse
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