You know, in the last few days, since Philip Seymour Hoffman died, there is a lot of hateful comments about addicts.
Some also praise his work, some are really sad the acting world has lost such a talent, such a genius, but some people are pulling the trigger really fast.
Idiot, junkie, loser, no pity...and on, and on, and on.
Why, though?
When you think of Jim Morrison, Janis, Hendrix...does the word junkie immediately come to mind? Or are you happy they left a legacy behind them that we still enjoy, some 40 odd years later?
When you think of Bon Scott from AC/DC or Led Zepp`s drummer John Bonham...do you think of them as worthless alcoholics who choked on their own puke, or do you still hum along the songs they left behind?
Yes, they were all addicts...but what exactly does that have to do with me, who am I to judge them? I didn`t know them, biographies or not, I still didn`t REALLY know these people.
Nor did or do I ever want to.
They were there. They gave me their heart and soul, they gave me everything they had, they sang and acted like there is no tomorrow. And for some of them there wasn`t. Sadly.
Now I should spit on them, call them names, think of them as losers?
I can`t. I won`t. They made my life happy.
Still do. Their art didn`t die. Never will.
Hell, Elvis was a "junkie", died on the can, for Pete`s sake.
Anybody thinks of him as the worthless junkie or do you still bow to The King?
We all have our demons, we all have a monkey on our back.
It might not be heroin, coke, or booze...but it might be cigarettes, obesity, or just being a spiteful a**hole who is loved by no one.
I sure know I have my own vices.
You are all here my friends, or so you say.
If you hear tomorrow I died from whatever it is...lets say a heart-attack because I was too lazy to exercise and couldn`t let that pizza rest until it`s all done...you gonna spit on me, too?
Or if I get drunk and die...you gonna call me "that loser alcoholic" ?
Don`t, people, please don`t be so harsh.
Remember the better moments, remember why you loved and love those people. Remember the positive.
And remember that we love each other...for not one of us knows when death might come knocking....
Some also praise his work, some are really sad the acting world has lost such a talent, such a genius, but some people are pulling the trigger really fast.
Idiot, junkie, loser, no pity...and on, and on, and on.
Why, though?
When you think of Jim Morrison, Janis, Hendrix...does the word junkie immediately come to mind? Or are you happy they left a legacy behind them that we still enjoy, some 40 odd years later?
When you think of Bon Scott from AC/DC or Led Zepp`s drummer John Bonham...do you think of them as worthless alcoholics who choked on their own puke, or do you still hum along the songs they left behind?
Yes, they were all addicts...but what exactly does that have to do with me, who am I to judge them? I didn`t know them, biographies or not, I still didn`t REALLY know these people.
Nor did or do I ever want to.
They were there. They gave me their heart and soul, they gave me everything they had, they sang and acted like there is no tomorrow. And for some of them there wasn`t. Sadly.
Now I should spit on them, call them names, think of them as losers?
I can`t. I won`t. They made my life happy.
Still do. Their art didn`t die. Never will.
Hell, Elvis was a "junkie", died on the can, for Pete`s sake.
Anybody thinks of him as the worthless junkie or do you still bow to The King?
We all have our demons, we all have a monkey on our back.
It might not be heroin, coke, or booze...but it might be cigarettes, obesity, or just being a spiteful a**hole who is loved by no one.
I sure know I have my own vices.
You are all here my friends, or so you say.
If you hear tomorrow I died from whatever it is...lets say a heart-attack because I was too lazy to exercise and couldn`t let that pizza rest until it`s all done...you gonna spit on me, too?
Or if I get drunk and die...you gonna call me "that loser alcoholic" ?
Don`t, people, please don`t be so harsh.
Remember the better moments, remember why you loved and love those people. Remember the positive.
And remember that we love each other...for not one of us knows when death might come knocking....