This particular law is some serious bullshit. Why the hell do so many musicians/artists who have genius end up dead at an early age. It just aint right.
Is it impossible for you to create without destroying yourself? I listen to Brad Nowell (Sublime lead-Heroin overdose) sing and first I want to dance, then I want to cry. This guy made music with skill that is mind-blowing. He had a beautiful wife, kid, and an album that was about to make him millions. Dead. Gone.
The list goes on and on and on. Morrison, Joplin, Hendrix, Marley, Biggie, Tenor Saw, Scott LeRock, Cobain to name a few. What good is this gift of creative genius if you have to destroy yourself to use it? Damn you creativity!!! Damn you Heroin!!! Damn you Booze!!! Damn you jealousy and hatred!!! Why couldn’t these people get a handle on the demons? They embraced them instead, wrote some tunes, and ended up dead.
Here’s to all of you who left art behind at a price most of us would never want to give. Gone but not forgotten. Screw reality for exacting that price.
DaLovin’Dj
“Music from jamaica all the love that I found. Pull over there’s a reason why my souls unsound. It’s you!” -Brad Nowell
Small nitpick, Bob Marley died after the cancer in his big toe metastacized. The cancer most likely stemmed from an old soccer industry that never healed right.
Stevie Ray Vaugn quit drinking and cleaned up his act. He then wrote the album The Sky is Crying and won a Grammy for it. He died in a helicopter crash on the tour. To go back a little farther, Buddy Holly and Richie Valens were not known for burning the candle at both ends and died in a plane crash.
If you ask me, I think the devil is knocking 'em off.
Of course this means that all those “Spice Boys” groups will live to be 150. [sub]*shiver
Beeblebrox:
Yeah. The great ones die and we can’t get rid of the crappy ones. To quote (loosely) Dennis Leary:
"We could put the whole of Warrant in a room with a kilo of heroin and a few 8-balls and they still would come out ready to play screamin “Whoooooo!!! Rock On!!!”
Maybe they all met the devil at the crossroads:
Devil: Allright. You can make brilliant music the whole world will remember, but you’ll die tragically at a youn age.
Musician: Deal. Where’s the chic’s?
Dammit!
DaLovin’Dj
For some reason I thought this was going to be a Primus thread, oh well.