Sunday, July 24, 2011

the 27 club adds another member...


Amy Winehouse goes back to black. Duh. 

Raw musical talent drawn up into the eye of a syringe and sucked into the stem of a pipe and shot back out in the form of the emaciated corpse of Amy Winehouse in some london apartment. Fuck. Another musical prodigy dead at 27, what a crying fucking shame. Seriously. I loved her bluesy style, her raspy, defiant voice and lyrics, and her big Fuck You to the exploding rehabusiness bonanza; some good all those rehabs did her, poor fuckin' girl. Maybe if we hadn't observed her like some rabid zoo creature on the verge of extinction in a science journal, she might have survived. Then again, every junkie is like a setting sun. Suns tend to set.

Fucking hot when she wasn't shooting crack in her eyes.
The lesson? Be very, very careful doing your drugs at the age
of 27, somehow that specific year of life somehow makes drugs stronger and more pure and you might catch a bad one and fuck your ass up and turn the color of a 10 mg Adderall: blue.

Even better, take a break and either gamble excessively or drink like a fish, skip doing drugs for a year and just grab your needles, pipes, and pills on your 28th birthday! 

Safety first when you're getting high guys, remember. 

Anyway, that horrible shit aside, what the fuck really is going on in the whole music thing? Is Dubstep really for 8th graders and Ketamine addicts only? Are the Black Keys as dope on Magic Potion as they sound? Does hip-hop still even exist? Is Lady Gaga someone you would recognize if you heard a song? You're fucked if you answered yes.

Good music is the following. Listen closely:

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and for Amy:

Cause every junkie's like a setting sun...
PEACE TO: Chris, Jim, Kurt, Jimi, Janis, Elvis, Brad, Brian, Amy, and every other talented human being taken out of the game at ANY AGE from fucking narcotics/liquor/violence. We still love you through your music and art, will love you forever for exposing your souls so we could feel better and more alive. One love.


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