A Sad, Sad, Sad Day

Ok, so...I'm officially depressed. In case some of you haven't heard yet, Mr. Basil Poledouris passed away yesterday at 61. I haven't read the full articles from VareseSarabande (update: the Varese "article" is more of a blurb with a picture really) or Filmmusic.com yet (update #2: scratch that one too - just finished it), but apparently it was cancer...which I guess explains why he hasn't been busy at doing much for a while. It's almost enough to make you feel like a dick for wishing he'd get back to work for so long. I don't know what to say really...I'm so disheartened right now I could almost get teary-eyed. So now that's two composers I idolize who are gone without my ever so much as having been able to say hello to them. Oh great, now I'm an even bigger prick because I'm making this more about me than him. It's strange how this has happened to two iconic film composers now in the last few years. Think about it, the same thing happened with Jerry, you know, just sort of disappeared all of a sudden, then poof...gone. Poledouris was quoted not that long ago as having said something to the effect of being semi-retired since Hollywood didn't seem to have much of a use for composers like him anymore. Who knew he was fucking dying! What's more sad, the fact that a truly great artist is gone today, or that he was right and that Hollywood has lost touch with good film music. Fuck this sucks!!!

SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!

Light a candle folks, say a prayer, whatever it is that you do...do. Another true genious has left our shitty little world for the big orchestra in the sky. God bless you Mr. P, and thanks for everything, especially Conan, Starship Troopers, The Hunt for Red October, Flesh + Blood, Quigley, Robocop, Lonesome Dove, The Jungle Book, The Touch, It's My Party, Farewell to the King...and did I mention Conan!?!?!