Lisa Blount…As Is and Still Loved.

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The veil between life and death feels very thin to me right now. A breath could disturb it. The slightest ruffle could reveal a familiar face right behind. A voice known so well. A look, a whisper, a remembered expression. She feels so close to me and yet the veil is stretched between us and I can’t see beyond. I want to; I look up and expect to see her, to hear her voice, but there is nothing. Only silence. Only memory. And I shake my head, unable to believe the truth that feels so raw and surreal. That someone so close, so dear, so much a part of my life and times is…gone.

There are big questions to be discussed here. Life and Death questions. The Whys and Wheres and Hows of what happened, what happens next. The urge to flail and scream and demand answers is never more sharp than in a moment like this. She was here…now she’s gone. Where did she go? Seriously. Where? Believers will have their answers; non-believers as well. I just wonder. I don’t know. I only know that she’s gone and I’m stunned. I want to remember her, to write about her, so those of you unfamiliar can know this person who touched me with her sweetness, her talent, her love and support, even her ornery edges. For those who did know her, I want you to know my Lisa, the girl I knew; a person with the full spectrum of life and personality and emotion and pain and joy and sorrow…a person so big as to deserve testimony. I’m here to testify. For my girlfriend. My sister. My Lisa Sue.

Lisa & girls xmas_smFriends made in our twenties resonate in ways that are particular to the decade; an intensity that comes with youth, so full of drive and hope and a vision of the future that is indisputable. People met in that era of such deep feelings and dreams seem to LEAP into our psyches with a ferocity that is seldom matched as we grow older. That’s where Lisa and I met, at that ferocious age.

I came to Los Angeles in 1975 and was one of the first students in a new acting class run by Bobby Lyons, a brilliant teacher who, at the time, was a familiar face to many movie and TV viewers. I was deeply embedded for the next five years and met a boatload of people who ultimately became the center of my world; some of whom, to this day, remain my closest friends. They have moved around the country, diverted to new careers, disappeared into families and jobs and different worldviews, but somehow the ties-that-bind bound us forever. Lisa was a part of that world.

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She came into the acting class a year or so after I did. She walked into the doors of the Chamber Theater in Studio City, CA, stood outside the tightly knit core at the center and peered in fearlessly. Petite, gorgeous, all Southern drawl and warm smiles, she had us at “Hey, y’all” and, in awe, we never looked back.

While our earnest successes ran the gamut from “I had a good cold reading,” to “an agent liked me!” “my new head-shots are great” or “they said I’d get the part if they go blonde,” Lisa Blount arrived fully formed as a bona fide movie star. No small thing. Not only was she Hollywood-gorgeous with her platinum Prince Valiant and huge blue eyes, but damn if that girl didn’t have talent all over the place! She’d been discovered in her home state of Arkansas, cast at 17 as a teenager obsessed with James Dean in the film 9/30/55, and by the time she got to us in the late ’70’s she was knee-deep in the trajectory that led to her breakout role as Lynette Pomeroy, Debra Winger’s best friend and David Keith’s tragic love interest in the unforgettable An Officer and A Gentleman. Nominated for a Golden Globe as “the Best New Star” of 1983, her position as our personal star was cemented from there.

Were there jealousies? No doubt. But Lisa had such an approachable, welcoming energy that it was impossible to keep her at bay for long, even on envy’s behalf. Frankly, she wouldn’t let you…embracing Lisa was just too easy a thing to do. I didn’t know her well those early years but I liked her; I was awed as the rest, and I certainly found her exotic. Besides her very appealing “Southern-ness” (fascinating to this Chicago-born Midwestern girl!) she was the only person I knew whose hair color changed as frequently as the month. Notice, in any photographic retrospective (including this one!), the swirling spectrum of reds, blondes, brunettes, browns, blacks that is her ever-revolving hair palette. There was even a brief and unfortunate green period (due to a miscalculated bottle job) that luckily slipped by the photographers! And while most of us were still in jeans and jackets, she was always wrapped in some sartorially-inspired tumble of vintage, western, and Betsy Johnson all put together on a calculated whim. Shopping with her was legendary and when I finally did make the squad, I was introduced to her impeccable eye for the “find”…she could pull 12 things off a clearance rack and conjure couture. I wouldn’t have even seen the 12 things.

We briefly shared an agent, which had me smug for, oh, so short a period of time, as he unceremoniously dumped me after becoming a manager, deciding Lisa’s career trumped anything I might have to offer. Even then I liked her…think about that! As we ambled closer to friendship, she attached to a select few of my closest cohorts, (particularly Nancy Locke Capers, Susie Singer Carter, Pat Royce, the late, beloved Taylor Johnson and Tina Romanus, right) and over time we bumped into each other so often that intimacy became inevitable. I remember bonding over a lengthy phone conversation in which she hilariously diatribed about a recent (and temporary) weight gain that resulted in “a stomach that is lying right here on the bed next to me, looking up, tellin’ me ‘I’m hungry, girl!” With her accent, her timing, and her willingness to poke fun at herself, she was irresistible.

We threw ourselves into the relationship as young girls do. We shared music and bands we both loved, she’d gussy up and sit front and center at my gigs at Club Lingerie or Madame Wong’s; we’d dissect books and movies, get to the gym, and work lines for each other’s auditions. She was a passionate friend, ardent about her support and so expressive of her feelings. She could burst into tears listening to a song I’d recorded or remembering a particular passage I wrote that moved her. She did, in fact, read and edit every single thing I did write: screenplays, one-acts, even my recent 350 page novel manuscript, offering impeccable notes, mind you! When you talked to her she listened like there was no one else in the room and she paid as vivid attention to the good news as the heartache, something not everyone can do. And she really, truly wanted to hear your opinion on any one thing or another. That she wouldn’t always agree with you was a given and when she didn’t, you’d surely be the first to know. I can remember a few “mornings after” when a somber call revealed disagreement with something I’d said the night before or she’d found herself hurt by a comment made. It could be chagrining, those morning conversations, but I grew to appreciate the clarity; you never had to guess where you stood with Lisa Blount. She’d damn well let you know.

She wasn’t always easy. She was a wild child at times and often left me in the dust. She could be recalcitrant and demanding and there were episodes I found maddening. She had demons and shadows like so many of us but there was also something restless and relentless about her hunger for life and the accomplishment of the goals she set out for herself, and that sometimes exhausted both her and the people closest to her. She did everything full-bore, whether tearing up the town, delivering a kick-ass performance, or giving you the shirt off her back. That passion was both her blessing and her curse. It left her raw and vulnerable at times when she needed to be strong. It misguided her at times when wisdom should’ve trumped emotion. It hurt her at times when old pains and new ones stole her energy and attention. But when she felt good, when she was clear and on her game, that big heart and soul of hers was truly something to behold.

In the early ’90’s she decided to make a big change. Her career was going in fits and starts, her marriage had ended, and she wanted to get stronger. She wanted to clean up the cobwebs, clarify the focus; start a new chapter. And so she did. Part of that “let’s get healthy” assignment translated into a workout regimen that was sometimes brutal; it was so like Lisa to leap off a cliff before testing the waters below! She liked working with a punching bag, loved the physicality of it, the visceral, high-impact smack that drained stress and gave her a place to funnel her energy and anger. It was so invigorating that she didn’t pay much attention to the details, like how high should the bag be? What was the best angle for her body? What was the suggested time limit of a good workout? Nah, not Lisa. She punched away like there was no tomorrow and, with little notice of the initial pain, tore the muscle off her right scapula in what she thought was a forgettable injury. She had no possible way of knowing that this minor moment of over-activity was going to change the rest of her life.

I got married (“Oh, Lorraine, he is just precious!”), she did TV shows (Profit, Judging Amy…), movies (Great Balls of Fire, Box of Moonlight…); we did a play together, she dated here and there, and simultaneous with all this evolving and experimenting and living, she became more and more impacted by the growing and excruciating pain in her back. The seriousness of the injury was finally determined, doctors got involved, treatments were implemented but they told her the time between injury and treatment had exacerbated the problem: scar tissue had formed between the bone and the torn muscle and the subsequent nerve damage created constant and fearsome pain.

And life was changing, quickly. We were getting older; our lives were taking a different shape. I now had my son, many friends were working full-time, married, involved in disparate creative projects, and we mourned the loss of a common cause, a class, a club where we could all gather and connect. So we started a “women’s group,” a loose, informal gathering of friends and acquaintances that got together in revolving homes once a week and, by turn, shared the bullet points of our lives for discussion and analysis. Our first meetings were so popular that over 30 women showed up and the opportunity to share with any depth was limited. But over time people fell away and before long we dwindled down to five or six, until it was just four of us: me, Lisa, Tina Romanus and Joyce Jackson. It was then that Lisa and I became sisters.

We met every week for the next ten years. Every week, bar nothing. Four to five hours of naked, soul-stripping conversation. The men in our lives shook their heads, wondering what on earth we could possibly find to talk about for that length of time. Well…them, for one thing!  But it was more than girl-talk; it was about the world around us, our careers, frustrations, favorite movies, our lives, all of it, and if there’s anything women bond over, it’s the sharing of their lives. There was so much laughter, lots of tears and honest thought, and always – always – good food. The hostess would provide and, believe me, though every one of us had our culinary high-points, we always looked forward to Lisa’s turn, especially after her mother, Louise, came to town and introduced us to the Blount Family Home Cookin’ Extravaganza: baked ham, collard greens, grits (two kinds), mac n’ cheese, cornbread baked in an iron skillet, black-eyed peas with bacon, sweet (sweet) tea, and always something sinful for dessert. Lisa learned well from her Mama and before long we came to expect those dinners when it was her turn to host. And since we always made a damn big deal about each of our birthdays, when it was mine, the assignments were clear: Joyce made the chocolate cake (best ever), Tina brought the most creatively wrapped gifts, and Lisa cooked her amazing “soulful food” for me. Have had nothing like it since.

Somewhere in there the name “Ray McKinnon” started cropping up. Lisa had done a film called Needful Things in 1993 and thus began all manner of chatter about this tall, gangly, very intriguing fellow who played Deputy Norris Ridgewick and had won her heart. In fact, we heard so much about him that we finally stood up and said, “Lisa Sue, it’s time we met this Ray McKinnon” and so it happened.  An event was organized at Lisa’s house; a gathering of poetry lovers called to listen to the current poet laureate. Ray was conveniently (and conspicuously) part of that crowd. We girls looked that man over like the sister-crones we were and came away charmed, charmed, I tell ya! Warm, funny, clearly enamored of our girl, he passed muster in a nanosecond and quickly became an invaluable, essential member of our family of friends. When Ray and Lisa were married in 1998, we were all there to sing the wedding song and celebrate their moment of deep, abiding happiness. That was a very, very good day.

But the story, like life, couldn’t seem to stay steady. While she and Ray flourished as a couple, Lisa’s pain became more disruptive. Jobs were lost because she wasn’t physically capable. Social events were passed on. The pain was chronic and so unrelenting that it became a syndrome unto itself. There were difficult and futile surgeries. Drug regimens. Alternative treatments. Prayers and affirmations and encouragements. She and I talked long and hard about what was going on and both did endless research on the topic. I learned more about pain than I ever wanted to and she experienced more than anyone ever should. But even in that, she refused to disengage from life. She’d get herself out of bed and keep going. When the girls came to my family’s vacation home up on Orcas Island off the coast of Washington state, she was the one, the only one, who wanted to conquer Mt. Constitution with me. It is the highest point in the island chain; a 9+ mile round trip with a 1240-foot elevation gain and it is a good challenge for even the hearty hiker. For this wounded woman struggling with chronic pain…really? Oh, yeah. And she did it. With vigor. Even after I got us lost on the way down and ended up costing us a few more miles of walking, she completed the trek exhausted but elated. It remained, always, a sweet, private triumph for us both.

Oscar partyBut then life took a very interesting turn. As she would say later, “Just as one door was seemingly closing in my life, another door opened. And I only have one person to thank for that, my husband Ray McKinnon.” She and Ray had created Ginny Mule Pictures with their friend and partner, Walton Goggins, and that ambitious adventure proved a boon. With a mission statement to tell and depict Southern stories with authenticity and significance, Ginny Mule’s inaugural production was The Accountant(a farm comedy), a film short written and directed by Ray. With a script that was nurtured by Lisa’s unerring sense of nuance and logic, it starred Ray and Walton, as well as their friend and fellow actor, Eddie King, and was a brilliant piece of biting, prescient satire on the state of farming in the South. It rang with truth and wit, and audiences were bowled over. Back at the Girls’ Group, Lisa started talking about what to wear to the Oscar’s and we girls looked at each other with knitted brow. Positive thinking was always encouraged, mind you, but this seemed…well, this seemed too high a place to aim and we worried that she was setting herself up for some raging disappointment. But when the nominations were announced, as we all now know, there they were, on that precious, very exclusive list. We were thrilled and relieved; now she could be happy with that, right? Nope. Now we were talking about who would be up on the stage when the winner was announced – all three? Her and Ray? Ray and Walton? And once again, we looked at each other and gulped. Ever protective, we wondered, couldn’t the nomination be enough? Apparently not. And damn if on the big night it was those three – Ray, Walton, and Lisa – who walked up to accept the Oscar for Best Film Short. I was in a San Francisco hotel room at the time watching the show with my family and the ensuing cacophony brought phone calls and fears of intervention from the front desk. It was a communal triumph and nobody was happier than Lisa and Ray’s friends. We threw an Oscar party a few weeks later and had cake.

She is well known for many roles – obviously An Officer and a Gentleman is so iconic that one only has to say “Way to go, Paula!” to know who Lisa Blount is. But the role that will always be her defining performance, to my thinking, is her star-turn in Chrystal.

Produced by Ginny Mule, brilliantly written and directed once again by Ray, who also stars as the venomous Snake (along with Ginny Mule partner, Walton Goggins, and Billy Bob Thornton as Lisa’s co-star), Chrystal gave Lisa a many-layered character to embody, one that not only tapped into her considerable acting (and singing) skills, but also told the story of her pain in a fictional framework.  Ray says he wrote it as a “love letter”; a way to honor the daily struggle Lisa now endured, and it is exactly that.

Chrystal tells the tragic but ultimately redemptive tale of a woman who suffers not only the loss of a child due to a car accident caused by her drug-dealing husband, but the physical torment of a broken neck that leaves her in never-ending, excruciating pain. When her husband is released from prison after 16 years, she is left to find what remains of their lives, struggling with her ability to forgive and move on. It’s a dark, painful story that depicts the sorrow of lives spiraling into despair, but offers a profound narrative turn that presents realistic hope. Lisa gives a powerful performance that is heartbreaking and sometimes almost too raw and painful to watch. It is one of the most stunning pieces of work I have ever seen – and I mean that, girlfriend or no girlfriend. I was in the theater when it premiered at the Sundance Film Festival in 2004 and the audience was literally sobbing in stunned silence by the film’s end. If you see nothing else that Lisa did in her too-short but illustrious career, please see this film. Brilliant on all accounts.

Her last major film was Ginny Mule’s Randy and the Mob, in a hilarious, deadpan performance as Charlotte Pearson, Randy’s (Ray McKinnon) wife who is chronically depressed, suffers from carpal tunnel syndrome, and is a baton-twirling instructor. I think that’s all that needs to be said. Ray is not only the titular Randy but additionally plays Randy’s gay identical brother – a turn of inspired lunacy – and Walton is the mysterious Tito. Even Burt Reynolds shows up. A Southern mob caper. It is, as they say, a hoot.

Shortly after the completion of Randy and the Mob, Lisa and Ray moved to Little Rock. It was a move precipitated by the need for change, the need for family, and the hope that Lisa could heal in the quieter, gentler environs of her childhood. For me, it was the end of my chapter. Certainly the end of an era. I knew she had to go but I felt like I was losing a pivotal member of my family, my innermost circle. I didn’t know when I would see her again and it was, in fact, almost five years before I did. That occurred when Ray was nominated for an Independent Spirit Award for Ginny Mule’s latest co-production, That Evening Sun, starring Hal Holbrook, Ray and Walton (a brilliant, touching film…a must-see), and he and Lisa came to town for the award ceremony in the spring of this year. Though we had talked long and often in her absence, it did my heart some serious good to actually see her, because she looked beautiful, she was feeling good enough to travel, and she had hope. HOPE. That was a lot. We planned a “girls’ trip” for the fall…we’d been waiting for each of our lives to settle down and for her to feel better before we got out to Little Rock and it seemed it was finally time.

And so I did get to her house in Little Rock. Finally. This past weekend. Five days after she left this world. I walked into the house that Lisa built, with the many items and details I knew so well from her Los Angeles home, and wandered through, from room to room, imagining her pulling my arm to drag me to the next surprise; chattering away, telling me, “Now, Lorraine, I got this at a little thrift shop downtown for a dollar and don’t you think it works perfectly with this sconce?” Which it did. Of course it did, Lisa. It all worked perfectly. And in that beautiful old Southern home, surrounded and cared for by Raymond’s incredible family of women – sisters Judy and Dotty, cousin Kim, his wonderful Mama – with an eclectic but now forever-bonded group of LA friends – Walton, Eddie King, Perry Herman, Kathryn Howell, my husband Pete – and scores of other family and friends who found their way to the house – Tim Jackson, Jon & Sandra Marbaise, Chris Jones, Lorri Davis, Philip, Danny, too many to mention; all heartbroken and longing to find a way to comfort Ray and grasp some last, ephemeral sense of Lisa, we gathered and mourned.

Lisa & Dillon_smEach of us has our specific memories, our eras; our particular roles in her life. Some knew her from the films and TV shows they did together. Others remember her from her childhood. High school. College. Even within the Los Angeles era there were different chapters. I was lucky enough to be part of many of those. So let me come back to bookend my story:

By the end of our time together the only thing that had changed was the physical distance between us. The rest remained. She knew my secrets, I knew hers. She loved me unconditionally, as I did her. We considered our families family. She adored my boy and took every chance to cuddle with him when he was little and applaud his accomplishments as he grew older. I love her husband and she loved mine, particularly empathetic when a series of car accidents left him, too, in chronic pain (she was even sweet enough to be the costume maven for a show of his!). She celebrated my birthdays with me, all the major holidays, even some minor ones, and she and Ray were welcomed regulars at our Thanksgiving table. We grew up together, we grew older together, and we looked forward to finding our ways as crotchety old gals still kicking ass together. Yep, we had plans.

But know this: even in all her pain and struggle, Lisa never lost faith that life would get better. And in those last months, that faith was returning the favor. She just shot a pilot for “Outlaw Country,” a new FX series with Mary Steenburgen, she spent time in Nashville recording several songs, and she was honored with the Arkansas Hall of Fame Award. She was ready to start remodeling the kitchen, she had just finished Ray’s office; she talked of planting a garden and, lo and behold, she’d once again changed her hair color. If ever there was a sign of orneriness coming to back life, that was it! As she told several people in these last months, she was ready to start saying, “Yes!”

It’s hard to distill a life down to a tribute speech, a magazine article, or a blog entry; particularly a life as colorful and accomplished as Lisa’s. I’ve only touched on some of the poignant markers we made together along the way. The ones that defined the friendship I had with this woman for over 30 years. Hopefully they’ve done her justice. Her last words to me were in an email she sent Oct. 1st. It was my 20th anniversary and I’d posted a blog article about my husband (Cowboy Strong & Poetry Sweet…Love In the Age of MTBI). She rarely emailed, so I was particularly touched to get this note from her: “Lorraine, happy anniversary to you and Pete. As you must know, you two have been and remain the truly most inspirational couple that I know. Because of my health issues, and knowing how sad, how strange it has affected my life, I have been able to look at you and know that I am not alone. That my husband is not alone. When I think back to your beginnings together, it seems like we have all grown up. A lot. Not just changed, but accepted our lives…as is and still loved. I thank you both for reminding me how precious all phases of love is. Your ole pal, Lisa.”

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The veil shifts for a moment…I see Lisa walking into my house with a pan of something hot and fragrant, dressed to the nines, a gift in hand of some lovely thing she found in a consignment shop. She’s got a big wide smile on her face and when she sees me, her eyes light up and she hugs me with a warm, happy “Hey, Lorraine!” That’s my Lisa. That’s my girl. As is…and still loved.

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Photo Credits:

An Officer & a Gentlemen on-set photo courtesy of www.inarkansas.com

Lisa Blount & Billy Bob Thornton, Crystal poster @ www.imdb.com

Ray McKinnon & Lisa Blount, Independent Spirit Awards @ www.zimbio.com

All other photos courtesy of Lorraine Devon Wilke

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20 thoughts on “Lisa Blount…As Is and Still Loved.

  1. Tina Romanus

    Lorraine,

    Thank you for writing this astonishingly beautiful tribute, to our Lisa.

    You shared so many wonderful memories; your own experience filled with joy and sorrow; creating a vivid portrait, for those who didn’t know her as well, bringing her a little closer to us all today. Lisa’s life was a living painting. Her very presence in our lives said, “You are loved.”

    Lorraine, you captured her essence eloquently; with poignancy and humor. I loved that you touched, not only on her talent and her goodness, but on her orneriness and her changing hair color through the years. That made me smile. My favorite color was strawberry blonde, when we waltzed with the girl we adored.

    I share this unfathomable anguish with you, our mutual friends, her husband Ray and Lisa’s lovely family. Your telling of her story was so comforting. It helped me to see some photos, which I don’t have. The one in the bathroom, for instance, and the one at Thanksgiving dinner at your house, bought me back to a time, when we laughed until we cried, dreamed each other’s dreams, and never for a moment, thought that it would ever end.

    The last time you and I saw her, we were standing on a balcony looking below, trying to find her, and then she appeared with her arms up, outstretched, welcoming us, and yelling, “I’m here.” Those words echo in my memory now, and I will listen for those words, which I hope to hear again one day.

    We will hold her close in our hearts, and give thanks for her brief time with us, when our lives were richer for her love.

    Your Sister-friend,
    Tina Romanus

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    1. LDW

      Tina…what can I say…you were there, you were part of the circle and we’re all reeling, as you say. I’m touched that you felt I did her justice in this piece; obviously that was my goal. She was such a pivotal part of our community, it is literally, at this point, impossible to believe she’s not here. I will continue to hold her dear and close, as I do you. And when all else fails, I’l put my thoughts and feelings into words, where I find my clarity in ways that comfort me and, hopefully comfort you. love, Lorraine

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    1. LDW

      Colin – thank you for your comment. I’m glad you got the email and took the time to read the story. Lisa’s friends seem to all be very lovely people…

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  2. I am so utterly moved by this piece you have written, Lorraine. Lisa would be so so touched. You have a way of capturing with words the essence of a person, a feeling, an experience…like nobody I’ve ever read. You have described Lisa perfectly. And you have paid tribute so beautifully to what a generous, honest, incredibly loving friendship is. I’m proud to have been her friend and so proud to be yours.

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    1. LDW

      What a beautiful comment, Pat. Coming from you, it means a lot…both about the writing and the woman. I’m so glad you feel I captured Lisa’s essence – that was my goal and she was so clearly in my mind as I was writing this that I half expected her to come bounding in the room. Would that she could. What a sad journey for our circle of friends. Thank you for commenting, pate. Love, L.

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  3. Cris

    Breathless. I’ve been on alert for this since you wrote after her death that a personal tribute would be forthcoming. There is a depth and texture in this portrait that is stunningly missing from the standard media coverage of her death. What emerges is a victor who wouldn’t settle – whether challenging herself (or you!), pursuing her dream of manifest excellence in her work life, or seeking authentic relationships with friends and that true love she surely found and deserved. I love so much about this piece. I love that she seems a thoroughly modern successful and bright woman who wanted to be more than a Hollywood resume, who retained her roots and that innately southern charm thing while merrily trying on new styles and hair colors. I love that this group formed of weekly base-touching – the sister circle of support. How fortunate you all were and are, particularly as you turn to each other right now. I love that she was still stretching her talent boundaries and branching out. I love that she defied her chronic pain to the extent she could and perhaps prepared you for understanding the nature of daily pain.

    That veil will continue to flutter. You’ll remember and continue to hear her voice and sense when she is nearby – that spirit now soars and is out there to ring the windchimes on your porch, or blow in your ear on a hike or tell you – “c’mon just a few more reps” when you’re in the gym.

    Loved all the pictures and somehow think – redhead seems to suit her best – a bit exotic and definitely noticed for its rarity.

    Thinking of you and your loss. much love.

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    1. LDW

      Cris: I responded to your comment last night but for whatever reason, I apparently didn’t hit save. And I really wanted to respond because your comment just knocked me out. You don’t even know this women and yet your sense of who she was was profound. Your artistry via the written word is immense and I hope enough people are getting to your blog (http://cris-cafeimagine.blogspot.com/), as readership is richly deserved. There’s just something about your ability to read someone’s work and make the most poignant comments…it’s a gift, really. You touched me deeply for understanding my friend. She is someone you would’ve liked, both of you so artistic and full of life. Thank you for being a part of this journey…much love, L. (I always liked the red, too!:)

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  4. Cris

    Your writing is so sharply attuned to conveying details that it is relatively easy to intuit something about the subject of any of your blogs. In rereading this, I find her performance in Officer and Gentleman all the more noteworthy as that character’s rather craven selfishness and desperation seems so unlike the friend you have described here.

    Will note the other recommended films, particularly Chrystal which seems to be an artistic love letter. Always a sucker for those.

    Please keep writing and I will continue to read and occasionally drop a comment.

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    1. LDW

      Thank you, Cris. Do check out Chrystal. Tough film but worth the journey. I will keep writing and I will keep reading. Glad to have you in my corner. Love, L.

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  5. Librarian

    I don’t know why I was compelled to find the voice that sang “Red Rocking Chair”. I began my search this morning and found a Youtube video of Lisa Blount singing that song. I listened for a while and let her voice soothe my soul. Just before I closed the windows with my search, I saw the words “found dead”. I hesitated. I did not want to know. But hiding from truth just leaves a void. I am so glad I came here and found a beautiful tribute of someone to whom my only connection was a mournful song.

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    1. LDW

      Marian:

      Your comment so touched me. I, too, loved the rendition of that song Lisa sang and I’m amazed that you were able to track down my tribute compelled by that song! Truly a testament to her voice, her feeling, her transcendental talent.

      It has been almost a year since Lisa died and there isn’t a day that passes that I don’t think of her in one way or another. She is missed on so many levels – her amazing talent, her production skills, her family attachments – and, for me, a dearest, most darling friend. Life is an amazing journey and I’m grateful my path crossed hers, as I’m glad yours crossed mine today.

      Thank you for your kind words. LDW.

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  6. anna

    I only met Lisa a time or two with her precious cousin Sandra. I was priveleged enough to be able to conduct the sale of her personal property for Ray McKinnon, approximately a year and a half after her death. I feel like I got to know her just a little bit by being in her home and around her personal property for the three weeks that it took us to prep for her sale. I was also blessed to be around Ray McKinnon for a few of those days, and I must tell you that she must have been a heckofa girl to have a man still so in love with her, a year and a half after her death. Their beautiful home was the home of true artists, no doubt, and I count the contract to sell the personal property of Lisa and Ray’s home together among my highest accomplishments. Your article was sent to m by Sandra marbaise, Lisa’s cousin and it was just as beautiful the Blount/McKinnon home. What a talented group of friends! Wish I could have known you all!

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    1. LDW

      Anna: Lovely to get your comment.

      Yes, Lisa and Ray’s home was beautiful, a reflection of a woman with incredible creativity and impeccable taste and a man who appreciated both. They were quite the couple and two of my dearest friends. Lisa’s death was, and continues to be, a shock and a deep sadness. I imagine Ray will still be in love with her for the rest of his life, regardless of where that life takes him. As for me, I still hear her voice saying, “Hey, Lorraine!” in that inimitable way she had, all warm and loving and always interested…she was quite something!

      I’m glad they had someone caring and sensitive to take care of the sale of their home; it had to have been difficult for Ray and I’m sure you’re assistance went a long way toward making it bearable. Sandra is a very dear, sweet woman and we’ve stayed in touch since Lisa’s passing; I consider her a friend.

      Thank you for your kind words; they did have an extraordinary group of friends, all of whom felt they were as extraordinary in return. It was an amazing time we all had together….LDW

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  7. Miriam Davey

    I’ve seen lots of movies in my lifetime, but Lisa’s amazing performance in “Chrystal” is one of the few that stays with me. Her rendition of “Red Rocking Chair” has got to be among the best ever recorded. I wonder if her Nashville recordings have been released?

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    1. LDW

      Miriam: I couldn’t agree with you more. I watched Chrystal recently, the first time since Lisa died, and it both broke my heart and made me, once again, realize what a talent she was. Such an incredible loss. I don’t know what happened to her Nashville recordings; I’ll have to see if I can find out anything about that. Thanks for stopping by…LDW

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