Yeah, I know. Reading about Olivia Newton-John here is probably about the last thing you would expect. But her passing hits really close. Not because I was such a fan of her music, necessarily, but because her songs were everywhere during my happiest years, and “Grease” was such a cultural touchstone. The summer of ’78 was all about “Grease.” In my memory, it seems like every song from the musical became a hit, and the film’s soundtrack was all that was played at the public pool. Her death is like a stake through my childhood.
I can’t believe she was 73. I thought she had beat the cancer. R.I.P.