I opened up my home page tonight to the news that troubled country singer Mindy McCready has committed suicide at 37. Her death comes about a month after the death of her boyfriend. Her addiction and emotional troubles had escalated to the point that her two children had been removed from her home. I’m not going to rehash everything in this young woman’s checkered past of the last few years, but there’s more about her here and here.
McCready was one of those middle-of-the-road country/pop singers who had a couple hits, but never distinguished herself as a performer or artist. She was talented enough, as far as that goes, but she never really seemed to have the crossover power of someone like Faith Hill or the country credibility of a Reba McEntire. Sadly, she was kind of forgettable. I don’t know if her career was a cause of her trouble, or if her troubles hurt her career. I do know that a family has lost a loved one, and that two little boys will grow up without their mother. I might be a little sensitive to the subject of losing parents right now, but that is a tragedy in anyone’s book.
This song is kind of eerie now. I suppose no one could ever really know what was going on in Mindy McCready’s heart and mind.