The Ides of March

Some of you may know — while others may not — that March is a hard month for me. While there have been many isolated incidents that have made March a less-than-stellar period of the year, there are two incidents in particular that really grate on me as the leaves begin their reincarnation and the sky begins to open up to severe weather.

On March 18, 2005, my mentor, my grandfather, suddenly passed away. I mean, I knew he wasn’t well, everyone did, but his passing was very sudden and very fast… and probably couldn’t have come at a worse time.

“Dr. Davis, telephone please. Dr. Davis.”
“Dr. J. Hamilton. Dr. J. Hamilton.”

Maybe the dark clouds moving on Lake Grapevine that day were a sign.

Anyway, my grandfather — my father — drew his last breath on March 14th and spent his last four days in this realm assisted by the marvels of technology. When his synthetic life-force was disassembled at the end of the week, I was not present, but that’s another story for another day. The aftermath, too, is another story for another day.

Also contributing to the ides of March is another sudden passing. I didn’t know this man, but I knew of him, and he had a profound impact on me.

I have heard stories about fans of artists and how they reacted when their untimely passing occurred. Fans of John Lennon particularly come to mind. Some of them had breakdowns over the loss. So, imagine the feeling when someone who has not only inspired you from a musical standpoint — but from every angle of everything you create — suddenly meets angels. That’s exactly what happened five years later when Mark Linkous shot himself.

Honestly, just listening to Sparklehorse is almost like listening to a suicide note, but Mark Linkous’ music has such an impact on me, not just for what it was, but for what it did for me. It transcended the work I did musically. It became my visual art, my writing, a soundtrack for my angst-ridden characters in this imaginary universe I created for them.

On March 6, 2o10, Mark Linkous, known for his musical project Sparklehorse, went into an alley with a rifle and shot himself in his broken heart. On March 6, 2010, the music world lost one it’s most ambitious and brilliant minds. On March 6, 2010, Mark Linkous, known for his musical project Sparklehorse, finally found peace.

So, as March comes to a close, I sit back and reflect on these two great men. Their influence on me is vast and profound. They will always have a place in my heart, mind, and soul. Forever.


About Robert L. Franklin

Ah, the About Me section - social networking's excuse for you sounding like an elitist prick. Hmm... what to say? What to say?
This entry was posted in Behind Closed Doors, Modern Rock Press. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s