3:38 p.m. - 2007-08-27
Owen Wilson Dead In Your Head
You know, for some reason I am deeply moved by this most recent news about Owen Wilson.
I am not one to post about celebeauties...I needn't waste my time with the fringe of reality when I have a surplus of my own to embrace and mock.

But when I heard from my mom (I'm so out of touch with the Grand Illusion) about Owen's apparent sadness, I immediately teared up. Sappy, huh?

I am a sensitive woman, but more then that he has always seemed like such an incandescent light to me. He's like this little bundle of kinetic energy wrapped in a mellow easy to swallow coating.

Also, he always made me smile, and he always seemed to be harnessing this rambunctious, childlike energy that most people sell for an office space and the proverbial 2.5 children right out of high school.

Years ago when I was still gigging in Austin I heard about a shopping trip he had in with his brother Luke while in A-town's Whole Foods. As the story goes Owen was barefoot...it's summer, it's Austin, yeahhhhh. So as the Security guard spotted his un-shrouded feet Owen realized he was busted and took off running, laughing and playing chase with the security guard. So Fun, So Sweet!
Hearing this for the first time I laughed and laughed, imagining him a little, or a lot, stoned and making an outing to the grocery store. (It's truly a special kind of adventure...I'm certain at least some of you get it). A year later in L.A. I met him at a mutual friend's home. I'll spare you the details but he made me feel like I was 6 years old again. I fell in love with the spirit of the guy that day.

I say that to say this. We all know that he who is closest to that beautiful fire can more easily find themselves burned. And when one is dealing with the less-than-charming truths of life there are times when living in your own private hell can seem like the most horrible of ordeals....that is until it is no longer private.

So I pray that until his head clears the cool blue surface and he yells out 'Marco!' and we get the all clear that he's cool with whatever he may be facing, we give him enough space to fly the Millennium Falcon through.
Let him be alive in your heart and Dead In Your Head.
Say your prayers and go spend some time with your kids, family or friends.

***After two years in chains....The Go is playing upstairs at Rudyards tonight. Read more about my emancipation later.***

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