Fat Thigh-roid Woes: Inequality is the Spice of Life
I went to a show over the weekend, and I saw a famous drummer perform with his new(ish) band.
Back in the 80s this guy was an addict. It’s now 2011 and the addiction hasn’t ceased. He looks fairly terrible for his age, however, he’s frequents a local bar around 10am on a daily basis so that’s to be expected.
It’s a fine line with rock stars…they’re expected to be shooting up left and right, then somewhere along the line the public demands a stint in rehab, and then that expectation turns to an E! True Hollywood Story about some sort of recovery and redemption.
Apparently, their lives are supposed arc, just like a character in a movie. If they don’t follow that path, people either lose interest or you have weirdos that feign concern over the well being of someone they’ve never met aside from holding a CD in their hands.
I love all things ROCK, so if they want to keep showing up drunk to concerts and falling on the stage – that’s fine with me. I read the Motley Crue autobiography (yes, I surely did) and the bassist, Nikki Sixx, was DEAD for a few minutes from a heroin overdose. Once he was revived, he left the hospital, got a ride from some fans, and headed home to shoot up once more. After I read that, I put down my book and had myself a good chuckle.
It’s not my life, and if he wants to go out in a blaze of glory – F IT, more power to him. Rock would be boring without dudes that insane. That story fascinates me. People might talk of wasting talent, but these guys have almost lived an insane amount of fun in their sometimes short lives (if they remember any of it).
I haven’t yet reached my point, and the proceeding paragraphs are almost tricking you…my point is:
LIFE DOESN’T ALWAYS HAND YOU WHAT YOU DESERVE.
Nikki Sixx STILL looks great, after treating his body like shit for years and years. I have yet to hear about him developing cancer or some other disease. What a dickhead.
Nikki Wells has never shot a needle into her arm, nor has she binged on booze (beyond the normal “I’m DRUNK” Saturday night here and there). She woke up covered in her own urine not as a result of a wild party, but because Graves sometimes made her pee the bed like a child.
The sooner we all realize that while “we are what we eat” we also have to factor in:
Equal parts of variety and fairness DO NOT equal any resemblance to the spice of life. Maybe, if you just take “variety” on it’s own, and sub drugs in the “variety” category…then perhaps you’ll get some equation that makes sense. I dunno, I am not a math genius but it’s what I have come to learn.
Rock Stars get the option to be hammered for 20 years straight through and if they don’t manage to OD and die, they have some sort of epiphany and take up rehab to find health once more.
Nicole Wells gets the option to stop shooting up sourdough bread after 20 some years of dabbling in forbidden foods, and she then gets to turn her life around by adding more veggies and cutting junk to possibly become healthy once more.
__________ got hit with hepatitis at the age of 40 after many years of alcohol abuse.
Nicole Wells got hit with Graves Disease at the age of 28 for no good fucking reason, and this is not counting the years leading up to full blown symptoms.
However, Rock Stars and I do have one thing in common….
My liver resembled theirs when I was on PTU. That’s all.
While all of this isn’t fair, this is the way it always has been, and even I don’t care to see it change. All I can do is work with the unfairness of life and just balance my own personal demons and drama to suit my path. It’s all any single one of us can do, otherwise, we’ll go insane and scream at the clouds.
Or, we can tempt the Gods and start a rock band…see if we become immortal then.