February 4: The Death Day Of Karen Carpenter

Joseph Allen writes about Karen’s hunger for affection at RockStarMartyr.net:

2-2 KC Superstar still

From Todd Haynes' "Superstar" (1987)

I’ve been listening to The Carpenters for three days straight. Does that make me a pansy? Of course not. These are sentimental love songs from a woman to a man—well, from Karen to me—and that’s miles from the pink-zone. Karen’s motherly voice pours suburban melancholy into my open wounds. I dare any road-hardened man to sit by himself—with a fifth of whiskey and a loaded gun—and listen to “Solitaire” as many times as I have. You’ll never make it out alive.

Karen Carpenter’s biography is as heart-wrenching as her wistful tenor. Her musical virtuosity was matched only by her willingness to be a victim to her controlling family, her conniving husband, and ultimately, to her own maniacal vanity, for which she starved herself to death. Randy Schmidt’s new book, Little Girl Blue: The Life of Karen Carpenter, weaves first-hand accounts of Karen’s futile quest to become a grown woman, which ended in her childhood home on February 4, 1983, at age 32.

Aside from being the hottest soft rock act of the 70s, Karen and Richard Carpenter were international icons of whitebread normalcy. The Prince and Princess of Square Perfection. Even with multiple hits on The Hot 100, the Carpenters lived with their smothering mother in Downey, CA into their mid-20s. When they finally struck out on their own, it was to move into a house together a mile down the road. Karen’s doorbell rang to the tune of their classic wedding song, “We’ve Only Just Begun.” Both siblings were too absorbed in their own careers to maintain long-term relationships, which prompted continuous allegations of incest. Richard went on to date his cousin, dispelling such nasty rumors.

A hyperactive overachiever, Karen toured with her brother incessantly. She sold over 100 million records, amassed about that many Mickey Mouse toys, and won hearts from Kansas to Japan. This worldwide success was never enough, though. All she wanted was to find Mr. Right and start a family. Karen was 30 when she met Tom Burris, a blond dreamboat with a picket fence smile…

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  • Apathy

    These Death Day posts are getting pretty old.

  • Apathy

    These Death Day posts are getting pretty old.

  • Apathy

    These Death Day posts are getting pretty old.

  • http://rockstarmartyr.net The JoeBot

    Morticians tire of making corpses pretty for the public, too, but these labors must be undertaken . Don’t worry, I won’t beat you to death with them. Get it? To death ?

    Oh, I kill me.

    But seriously, it just so happens that there is a cluster of doom around the Buddy Holly Curse. Here, watch a Sonic Youth video. They are still alive, and it’ll make you feel better.

    Tunic (A Song for Karen)

  • justagirl

    i have similar feelings about frieda from the movie “freaks”. if i could have chosen a mommy it would have been her. *sigh*

  • justagirl

    i have similar feelings about frieda from the movie “freaks”. if i could have chosen a mommy it would have been her. *sigh*

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