This Is Sad, Even for a White Girl
I loved Soul Train as a kid. The show turned me on to artists that weren’t necessarily prolific on Top 40 radio, performers who have withstood the sense of time like Aretha Franklin, Al Green, and Chaka Khan (I actually bought a Rufus album solely to listen to “Tell Me Something Good.”) It was American Bandstand, only about ten times cooler. Seriously, look at these pictures and tell me that wasn’t the early to mid 1970s at its best. I thought the women were all gorgeous and I wanted to be just like them. Yep, I’m talking serious melanin envy.
All that aside, suicide is always tragic and horrible. One never knows what’s going on in another person’s life or head. What a sad end to an amazing life and career.