I used to stay up way too late, doing this kind of research, but then I realized "Why am I spending all this time on someone else’s life? What about my life? I could be getting something done right now… (like sleeping). Nick Drake’s life isn’t any more valuable than mine. And what difference do it make that when he was a paperboy there was a good chance he ‘slung papes’ to the parents of nine-times world champion motorcyclist Mike Hailwood…?
I’m done devoting so much brainpower to what this or that musician/celebrity is like. I was encouraged to flip through an issue of People magazine at the barber’s shop and realize “I have NO idea who most of these people are!” I felt like a hermit, then I realized I was free from obsessing about pop culture.
And no, spending hours searching for “second-hand sources… and the best sources - family, band-mates, etc.” isn’t much different than the friend of mine who devours everything they can hear or read about Taylor Swift.
Since Pollock Has been mentioned, I’ll toss out Rothko. I know he’s not popular on these boards but if you ever have a chance to stand before one of his works for a while you might be persuaded.
I also agree the OP went too far the other way with Morrison. Guarantee if he wasn’t part of the 27 club you might not even remember his name. At best, he’d be one of a million other has beens.
PM your address. I need to know where to send the invoice for a new keyboard.
I can’t be the only one, but I’ve always took that song to be an abuser trying to convince someone to take them back; and, without a doubt, Nina did it best.