Gustavo Cerati – August 11th 1959 to September 4th 2014
I’m going to start this post with what got me into Cerati in the first place. This image above. I saw the video (Te llevo para que me lleves) many years ago and I just loved his daft sense of humour and of course his voice. Even in his last videos, he’s still having a joke and being silly. This is how I’m going to remember him.
Well, I should have had something prepared for this post as I think we all knew in our hearts things weren’t going to get much better.
Though part of me never actually even contemplated that I’d be here writing about his passing. It’s weird as to the timing as I changed my profile pic on twitter from the Cerati one (below) to my own face for the first time in 4 years only last week.
Dig, Dig, Dig
Moon in Pisces
Yvaine from the film Stardust
Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get. Dale Carnegie
There is nothing much wrong with my life, I’m happy enough, got food on the table, roof over my head, a steady job and I have exciting projects on the go with my website, this blog, I get on great with my kids, family and overall nothing is really stressing me out… then I slammed my foot into a door and broke my little toe – clumsy girly (I don’t have any gory pics)
But there’s a restlessness, a sadness and a deep loss of connection, to whom/what or how I don’t really know; so I’m going to have to dig a bit deeper, to find out what the hell is going on
I had a terrible nights sleep last night, Yep I felt like I was in that vortex ….I remember 5 and 6 am, worrying about work, people I love, life, my car, stupid stuff … Being awake in the dead of night with a couple of foxes for company, staring out the window, looking at the waxing moon. I woke up knackered (after 2 hours sleep) yet full of ideas for this post and I’m sitting her writing this with wet hair as I needed a bath to wake me up as I was such a zombie.
Ideas about death, love, waiting, patience, hurt, loss all the things we just don’t want to deal with ….a bit morbid maybe it’s the lack off sleep my brain is wired differently today but out it must come.