From a Rainbow to a Tragedy carries on from yesterday’s Sequin’s, Stardust, and Rust (Since Nat wanted more). If anyone wants more, I can continue…let me know!
In life, he’d been a rainbow, but in death, his life was spun into tragedy. Blackened. The rush to review his lyrics and find meaning in throwaway lines had been immense. Everyone from the Sun to the Sunday Times was analysing his words with a forensic flare. The word was deafened by his silence but the stark truth was that there was no black dog here.
In his short career he’d stepped on countless stages. Shunned numerous groupies. Sung to millions of people. But what did it all mean to be dead. Dead and gone at twenty-seven? A rainbow no more. A star in nobody’s sky. Not even the flicker of light on the edge of a flame.
That’s when the record company called in the shadows to dust up the prints, and shake down the band. That’s when the light really went out.
Truth is an elusive beast. But without knowing it, they couldn’t touch the back catalogue. They couldn’t mine the depths. They couldn’t climb the rainbow, they could only face the tragedy.
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