Why am I inflicting on you these unsolicited reminiscences? An article tonight on the home page of The New York Times announces that Linda Ronstadt is suffering from Parkinsons and cannot sing anymore. My Rip-van-Winkle brain simply can't wrap itself around the reality of her current picture; nor can it grasp the idea of that voice being silenced.
|Some sort of impostor, I guess|
|This is who I remember|
Folks, the confusion this engenders in my psyche is second only to that which I experience when gazing into the bathroom mirror in the morning. Who IS that person there, anyway? And don't even talk to me about the vacation photos I just spent two hours editing. That VERY middle-aged lady hanging out with my kids on the beach? I'm not sure who she is, but she sure looks a heck of a lot like my mother.
Linda will always be young to me. Let's all listen, okay? For old times' sake....
[Linda Ronstadt image: Sodahead]
[Linda Ronstadt image: The Hollywood Reporter]