Three Weeks into the New Year—Three Deaths that Shake Us to Our Core.

It’s been a tough couple of weeks for music fans of our generation. David Bowie, gone to the great beyond. And then Glen Frey of the iconic Eagles. (I was hit hard with the other shocker, Professor Snape, aka actor Alan Rickman, whose musical voice sent shivers and joy down our spines even before Harry Potter made him so widely known.)  Others have written about how odd it seems that celebrity deaths can affect us so deeply. But affect us they do.

The swell for Bowie was the most notable. Not many would have predicted that his wildly outrageous art would be so universally loved, appreciated, revered even. Whether conservative/liberal/young/old, he touched a chord across generations and musical tastes. The accolades for Frey hit a different note, not as loud a drumbeat, but deeply felt nonetheless.

Bowie was the original, innovative, and groundbreaking artist that introduced most to a world we might never inhabit. We loved that he paved a way into that magical place, with such style and grace and authentic cool. The Eagles were more down to earth, but when the strains of “Desperado” or “Take It Easy” begin, we are transported back to a simpler time, even if it is just chilling on a Friday night watching “Miami Vice.” It evokes our youth, our hopes and dreams, our crazy nights and wilder weekends.

The fact that all were only in their sixties hits us hard as well. These days, we all get used to going to funerals more often than ever, but somehow it should be for our parents and that of our friends, not our peers.  

All the more reason, ye Konenkii gals, to “put on your red shoes and dance the blues,” and go find yourself some “serious moonlight.”  You deserve it.

Kathy H. Ely Konenkii Ambassador Writer, Editor, Wife, Mother, Curious Mind Don’t call her Chatty Kathy, though her family doesn’t hesitate. (AND she talks with her hands as well!) This Konenkii woman has overcome breast cancer, divorce, and the pain of losing parents; found happiness with a single daughter, loving and handsome replacement husband, and fun-to-be-with siblings and friends. She has survived the career roller-coaster with downsizing and internet bubble bursts and magazine shutdowns; she cherishes her longstanding friends and creative colleagues from AFI to Discovery to a private girls’ school and a string of travel magazines. She looks forward to sharing your discoveries, joys, and challenges, be it a great New Yorker article, annoying experience, or raging discussion with a neighbor or buddy.

Kathy H. Ely
Konenkii Ambassador
Writer, Editor, Wife, Mother, Curious Mind

Don’t call her Chatty Kathy, though her family doesn’t hesitate. (AND she talks with her hands as well!) This Konenkii woman has overcome breast cancer, divorce, and the pain of losing parents; found happiness with a single daughter, loving and handsome replacement husband, and fun-to-be-with siblings and friends. She has survived the career roller-coaster with downsizing and internet bubble bursts and magazine shutdowns; she cherishes her longstanding friends and creative colleagues from AFI to Discovery to a private girls’ school and a string of travel magazines.

She looks forward to sharing your discoveries, joys, and challenges, be it a great New Yorker article, annoying experience, or raging discussion with a neighbor or buddy.