"I won't be there
next time you need me"
Apologies in advance - in a departure from my usual, light-hearted, not-to-be-taken-seriously, comedic OTT preposterousness, this is another, rare serious posting (caveat: some alliterativities and other usual tosh may creep in out of habit - no disrespect is meant)
Mortality.
It hits us all. In youth, we believe ourselves immortal. Then, yeah, we know the end will come someday, but feck it - who cares.
Then a bolt from the blue hits you.
Back in 1986, I was sat at home of a Saturday Morning, watching The Chart Show. Suddenly, a riot of color hits the screens, and a cacophony of aural pleasure. It's something called "Rules And Regulations" by some Brummie band called We've Got A FUZZBOX And We're Gonna Use It!".
Oh my! The Xym (well, it would be just Sim back then!) was smitten! No-one dressed like that round here! And they're roughly my age! Alternative Pretties! Oh my oh my oh my!
Later, the other pivotal band in my life came along (Neph), but Fuzzbox is always very, very special.
Now, when the Fuzzies came to Norwich in 2010, many will recall my excitement at finally getting to meet Jo with my starry specs on in homage! Yes, I know most preferred Vix & her legs, but for me, it was always Jo & Magz. And everybody forgets about Tina.
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| Fatboy Xym and Jo "Fuzzbox" Dunne |
So, it was somewhat distressing to hear that Jo passed away last night.
I've loved Fuzzbox since 1986 and that TV appearance. They are what turned me to the Alternative Scene, and the reason I ended up a short fat gothboy with preposterous hair and (for a while) ludicrous shades. And now, one of the founding members, not so much older than me is gone.
My heart goes out to Magz, but something in me hurts also. It's odd how someone you grew up with, yet ony met once, can impact you in such a huge way.
So, with my own mortality bared, perhaps it's time I took a long, hard look at myself, and perhaps listen to some people and change my outlook and behaviour. After all, I'm now increasingly aware of my own lack of longevity. Mayhap I should listen to Madam Faircloth, and grasp Certain Opprtunities before time hurtles me unexpectedly into the eternal darkness.
So, R.I.P. Jo Dunne. Actually, no - don't Rest In Peace - keep Rockin' With Jesus1 (Head To Toe).
Sleep well, sweet Angel.
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