A lot of ink and pixels have been and will be spread before your eyeballs, all attempting to make sense of Amy’s departure.  Good luck with that.  We’re still stuck at Ian and Kurt.

27 is M.I.A. in action while missing the gone-too-soon.  Not for the faint of heart, and not the soundtrack that comes immediately to mind. But the violin sells it for now.  The teachable moment lingers still though.

“said your all mouth and no brains
all rock stars go to heaven
you said you’ll be dead at 27
when we drunk in a English tavern
the owner poured you the Bourbon
and you drunk your self so rotten
he got so rich he bought a Bentley
and moved himself to Devon

you started dirty dancing
and you bar tended a dozen
i took you to the clinic
to get you clean but you couldn’t
said in 2 days ur 27 and and ur destiny was comin
and ur papa passed so sudden
and left you with lil somin

you blew that money on a mountain of drugs
and staged your self a bedin
a month later when i popped in
you’re still high but the winter set in
i bought you a coffee and a muffin
and you quoted me some Lenin
i wished i was that clever
but thats what kept me coming
your friendship did mean somin
but you left me for nothin
when i left, you befriended a rope
and i found you both were hanging.”

M.I.A.–27

27 by _M_I_A_