Remembering Sinead O’Connor. Creative talent. Suffering.

When I read the news of Sinead O’Connor’s passing, I thought this: some lives are just plain suffering. I was presumptuous. I know nothing of Sinead’s personal life. I should read Sinead’s memoir. But I remembered the news of her son’s passing a couple of years ago. Then I saw the images of Sinead, and I thought the same — she looked like she was suffering. I am not referring to how she had aged. Or am I? She looked so beatiful in “Nothing Compares 2 U”. When she aged, she looked like she’d lived a life full of struggles and pain. It feels awkward to be writing this. Again — I’m not referring to the process of aging. I’m expressing something very subjective.

Suffering. Pain.

I am an avid lover of pop music, but like millions — tens of millions — hundreds of millions — of people worldwide, I only know Sinead’s one song. Nothing compares 2 U.

Maybe she’s a one-hit-wonder; maybe she’s not. It’s likely that I am clueless — I don’t know Sinead’s music. But I’m ok mentioning the “one-hit-wonder” concept. Nothing compares 2 U is one of a kind love song. Beatiful. Bold. Brutal. Tragic. Unapologetic. Infinitely vulnerable. The tune, the lyrics, the video, Sinead’s eyes full of suffering — it’s for the ages.

Suffering. Pain. Love.

Rest in peace.

From Variety

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