(Probably Not) Sticky Keys Final Thoughts on One Ms. Vonzell Solomon

I really like Vonzell, but I can’t help but think there’s something about her I’m missing.

You know that movie, The Hanging Garden? I hate that movie with a passion. It can’t really decide if it wants to be Art House, or just drama, and it’s oh so representative, and I guess the acting’s not too bad and it has some good parts, but overall I just don’t like it.

On the other hand, there are people who love it, and love it with an obsession. They see it as a reflection of their own lives and believe it was a movie made just for them. The interesting thing about the movie is that you can only love or hate it, and even when you pick a side, there’s something that prevents you from fully understanding it.

You’re watching and say, “Ohh, the fat kid is him and he’s killed himself off, that’s so cool and repress- oh wait… wait, other people can see him? So what does that mean? What?"

It’s like a huge jigsaw puzzle of something, and you’re missing the piece that tells you what that something is.

That’s how I feel about Vonzell, that there’s something that we don’t know about her even though she’s told us everything about her. Even though she is so generic that there are millions of her. Even though she wears her emotions on her sleeve for all to see, there’s something crucial she’s holding back. It used to make her intriguing, but months into it, it’s a bit tiring, and confusing.

She has become a mystery wrapped in an enigma.