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Death Be Not Proud - RIP Da Grin

I did not know Da Grin personally. But through his music I knew the artiste he was. And I was impressed. He was young and clearly bullish (in a good way, in his music) and knew just what he wanted out of his music. I watched him perform at Slushh and I thought to myself, Oh my! yummy. Then I heard him laugh that litlle laugh at the beginning of "Kondo" right before he says "its your boy Da Grin: and I just wanted to hug him. But now he is no more and we'll never hear that laugh on another record.

But....his music, for however long we had it, will continue to live on. So, to quote John Donne, "Death Be Not Proud"

Death be not proud, though some have called thee,
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from the, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men
And dost with poison, war and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death, thou shalt die


Rest In Peace

#np: Meteor shower ~ Owl City

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Nee Fe Mi said…
May his soul RIP.... nice poem

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