When I heard the news about her, my mind couldn't quit thinking about her. Linda left the spotlight today. She said that Parkinson's Disease has taken her voice away. She'd been singing professionally since she was fourteen. She was with the Stone Poneys when she was 18. She went on to rule the airwaves in the seventies. She had a long, successful run, making millions upon millions. She proved herself a long time ago that she is the greatest female voice of our generation. All that aside, my heart goes out to her because she's an artist that can no longer sing. Her beautiful voice is gone.
About this time ten yen years ago Warren Zevon, a songwriter who wrote some of Linda's greatest hits was dying of cancer. Toward the end, as his life was running out of steam, he spent his fading energy and last breaths expressing one final record with the help of friends. The Wind was released just two weeks before his death.
Years ago I sat in Arnie's small apartment. He didn't like me dropping by without my guitar. He would always have his guitar available, even when he could no longer play it. M.S. had not yet taken away his ability to play guitar, or scribble down lyrics at that point. It was getting progressively harder for him to sing those lyrics. He labored at each word he sang. We sat in his living room playing and singing together, sharing songs and talking about music. At that point in his life, he was still clinging onto his music and his guitar by his fingertips. Songs were always in him, but there came a day he could no longer jot his lryics down or sing his songs. It soon left him. I carry on his music along with mine because I love his songs and I still love him.
I don't want to take my life or gifts for granted. As each day passes, we will all eventually lose our voices ~ our abilities. Earth is a temporary place. Our bodies are temporary vessles with dates of expiration that only God knows. We each only have only so many days to sing while here.
Sing while you can.