Two weeks after a religious experience, I find there is no goddess. 18 September, The Dome at the Americas Center, the former home of the St. Louis Rams, was the location. She performed extravagantly. I was mesmerized. Chills ran several times, and I was on the verge of emotional peak several times, eyes wet, experiencing tumultuous feelings pressed on by bass booms and a beautiful voice. The set was high tech, over the top, grand, and all encompassing. An amazing time.
Then today I find she opened her mouth about politics, and the fourteen-year love affair with my muse crashed into pieces on the concrete. The beautiful crystal figurine of my imagination, now ugly broken glass shards on the floor. I hope I can still write after this. I truly do, but she and her music have been driving forces behind my creativity, and my life, and I really don't know what I'll do.
If you are wondering why this has an impact, just think of your hero and everything you like about them, then finding that they are in fact, the opposite. All of what you admire about the person, not the performance, but the person, was wrong. Maybe that Elvis was gay, Alanis Morrissette wasn't, JJ Watt kills puppies, use your own example, but it would bother you. A lot.
No, no more goddess. Just another entertainer with more dollars than sense. She could have kept her reputation and her political feelings to herself like she had the last ten, almost eleven, of her adult years, and those of her fans that love her music and admire her for NOT being a Social Justice Warrior could have gone on with their fantasies. That's all it was anyway. POP! Another balloon goes in the trash.
I'm sorry for venting here, but I have no other outlet save the street corner, and it's raining. Maybe later.