Björk, from aged 14 to about 16. I LOVED the first two albums, the way she talked about interesting art and music and films and stuff in interviews, and wanted to dress up all colourful and batty futuristic/asian/cartoon millenium style, like her... Then suddenly I saw her flaws and the more annoying sides of her and by the time the third album came out, I'd already lost interest, it was like being bitterly disappointed by someone you once respected- Just feeling let down, sad that she turned out not to be a superhero after all...
Not that she'd revealed herself as "awful" either, more a case of suddenly realising that her persona (and voice) actually was a bit one-dimensional, and the fact that she by the third album had started making increasingly shit, unlistenable, overpretentious, mostly annoying albums which didn't quite deliver. Of course the third album (silver-coloured kimono colver) featured one of her loveliest songs ever (Jóga), but even that couldn't conceal the fact that she started running out of ideas and that she herself seemed to think she was more of a genious than she actually was. She just lost it. And it was sad to watch her fall from grace.
We'll always have the good old days, but even now over a decade later I still can't bring myself to listen to her first two albums all the way through, it makes me too upset and sad (bringing back memories of that period in my life, which was incredibly difficult and where her music really helped me get though it all) because it reminds me of how she suddenly just stopped being great, stopped being my hero, stopped making that perfect personal emotional awesomely brilliant music that seemed so right, captured that moment in time and the promises of things to come- A whole new world promised but which never came to be... All the things that never were.
(Oh, god... sorry- I'm a bit depressed atm, but I think I've just made my most pretentious post on Urban ever, so far... apologies- feeling sweet melancholy and sentimental
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