Sinead

I had a very different post in mind for this evening, but I can’t write it after learning of Sinead O’Connor’s passing today. I obviously don’t have any words that can come close to those above from the revered Irish poet Seamus Haney. I do have just a couple of personal thoughts and memories about Sinead though.

England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him to be aware that there's any such thing as grieving

I web searched to verify, but I remember these tragic, harsh truth telling words verbatim from more than 30 years ago when I heard her song “Black Boys on Mopeds”.

And I remember the first time I heard “Nothing Compares to You”. It’s one of many songs that show off the sheer, staggering power of her voice. No words can do that justice, but every time I listen to this live version I don’t need any words: