[Sinead O’Connor. Unknown date. Photo: Google Search.]
This is probably the shortest blog I have or will ever post…
I was propped up in bed on a warm afternoon. It was July 26, 2023. My iPhone was in my left hand and I making a stab at the New York Times crossword. It was a Wednesday and all Times crossword solvers know that as the week progresses, the puzzles get harder.
That has always pained me.
I had just returned from a doctor’s appointment where I needed to have a blood draw. I hate needles.
They have always pained me.
Mariam was in the living room doing something on her iPhone. She called out to me:
“Sinead O’Connor died.”
I sat up. It wasn’t a 9/11 moment, but it did shock me. I immediately put my phone down and began to think of where I had stored my two Sinead CD’s. I’d never find them. But I had Spotify so there was no search necessary.
I had always been a fan of sorts of this Irish singer. When she was winning Grammy’s I began to buy her music. But that was years ago. Her importance to me had waned. In the next few hours all this was going to change.
Anderson Cooper’s comments on his CNN slot at 8:00 pm brought me to tears. This death in London was to unfold slowly over the next few days. It still is. I was hearing people, commenters and such, speak of the song that put her on the map…and put her into millions of peoples hearts. It was written by Prince:
“Nothing Compares 2 U“
I told Alexa to play it. I listened and it began to come back to me. It moved me once and it moved me on the 26th…and it has been in my mind for days.
Hence this blog.
Since that day, I’ve been listening and reading about her. The facts are out there. But what stood out in its tragic importance was the suicide of her son last year. Her tweet, posted a few days before her death, read, in part:
“Been living as undead night creature since”…”He was the only person who ever loved me unconditionally…”
My first thought after reading her tweet, was everyone on the planet deserves to be loved unconditionally.
I Googled her lyrics:
In “Love Hurts”, she sings:
“Love hurts, love scars, love wounds and mars…””Love hurts, love scars, love wounds and mars…”
I could go on but I think you know where this is heading.
But not before I make a personal note. The New York Times obituary two days ago depicted Kris Kristofferson with his arm around her. The obit went on:
“At the 30th Anniversary Celebration of Bob Dylan at Madison Square Garden in 1992, (two weeks after she tore the photo of the Pope in two dozen pieces), she was loudly booed and hurried off the stage”. (These were the approximate words of the obit writer.) Well, to set the record straight, I was at that concert that night with my daughter, Erin. She and I both saw and heard what really happened.
~She was not loudly booed. It was, to our ears, an equal mix of cheers and boos. That is a big difference.
~She was not hurried off the stage. She stood for several long minutes waiting for the crowd to quiet. She was scheduled to sing “I Believe in You”. She then pulled out her ears buds and recited a Bob Marley song. Kristofferson (who was one of the emcees) came over and whispered something in her ear. They left the stage together. Slowly.
It was a sublime moment.
The whole story of her life is one of pain and loneliness. She was abused by the Catholic nuns in Ireland, and suffered a lifetime of losses that would break any heart. Looking at the title of this post, I realize that I overstate the shadows of her life. She was fifty-six years old at her death. But there were, clearly, moments of great joy. The birth of her son and her life with him was such a time.
I am so sad for her and for our losing her. Her voice was pure as a crystal and as dark as night. She sang her rage and her agony and her broken heart.
Good-bye, Sinead, and thank you. Find peace somewhere…if you can.
I am going to load my Spotify with her music and I will weep while listening to her bleeding emotion.
Because Nothing Compares to her.
[I guess this really isn’t the shortest post I’ve written.]