I was going to start off today's entry by saying that a lot of people died last year. But that's stupid, millions of people die every year, and that's a lot anyway you look at. But out of those millions of people, a certain percentage can be classed as celebrities.
Leslie Nielsen of Airplane! and The Naked Gun. The author of Babe,
Dick-King Smith.
A former heavyweight champion of the world. All of whom died recently. And whenever these celebrities die, you can expect a large obituary in many newspapers, and countless articles telling everyone how important they were. People that have died abroad, giving their lives for us never get such a privelige, because, in all honesty, the public doesn't want to hear about a soldier they know nothing about. It's much more interesting to find out which 60's actor died and how many times poor Cheryl Cole was cheated on.
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Recently, I read
Lemmy's auto-biography, White Line Fever. Many claim he is a living legend. Many also remain confused as to why he is alive, after having countless life threatening injuries, and of course from the fact that he still takes ridiculous amounts of speed, cocaine, and alcohol at the age of 65. He made the point in his writings that people suddenly become "five times better when they die", after seeing countless fellow musicians bite the dust. I agree, because people seem to wait until someone is dead to talk about how great they were. Macolm McLaren, for example. What exactly had he done that was note-worthy for the last 30 years? Nothing. He managed the Sex Pistols for two years, yet after his death last year he became a 'visionary' and a 'genius'. Even though he took no part in the song writing process, and even though the pistols turned shit the moment Mr John Lydon left. I'm not saying sneer at the dead. I'm going to feel a lump in my throat when someone like
Jon Anderson dies. But if you think someone is great, let them know when they are alive so they actually appreciate what they've done. Don't put someone on a pedestal just because they have maggots crawling out of their eye.
Well, that's my 'heavy' blog post out of my system, hopefully I'll feel as fresh as a daisy tomorrow.
People are coming back to Aberdeen! Yes! This means that I'll actually be able to socialise properly! It also reminds me that I never bothered doing a blog post for my birthday (it was back in the 30th), because I didn't meet up with a mass of people. That sounds depressing, but it really wasn't. I watched Evil Dead, Evil Dead 2, Dawn of the Dead, and also played TimeSplitters with another guy while getting really drunk. It was
groovy. Ho ho.
Death can make anyone famous.
ReplyDeletenice post :D keep it up
ReplyDeleteIt's the same for us writers. You'd be amazed how many books are deemed masterpieces after a writer has died. The best thing I could ever do for my career is kick the bucket.
ReplyDeleteOh, and an Evil Dead marathon and alcohol sounds like a great birthday to me.
Death is the ultimate experience for an artist, it's only then people appreciate you real value
ReplyDeletecelebrity obsession is a terrible part of culture. Sounds like you had a pretty sick birthday, keep having fun people!
ReplyDeleteYeah lets hope 2011 stays good for you bro
ReplyDeletelove that , making more money when your gone. haha
ReplyDeletethat would be my luck.
ReplyDeleteyeah I faked my death once and everybody partied and sed good things. When they saw I was alive they went back to calling me and asshole.
ReplyDeleteIts so crazy how so many artist become so much more famous after their gone... Nice blog :)
ReplyDeleteI was going to comment in a thoughtful, deep way about the effect death has on a personal level, and on a much general level, but then I saw the word Timesplitters and decided FUCK YEAH :D
ReplyDeleteLeslie Nielson died? efff
ReplyDeleteI agree with Lemmy and lol Major.Mack! xD
ReplyDeleteDeath is such an ominous thing to think about...
ReplyDelete"Bobby said...
ReplyDeleteDeath can make anyone famous."
It's rather true. For instance I had never heard of the 60s band Love until Arthur Lee passed away and upon Tony Wilson passing away I disocvered about how amazing a geezer he was around Manchester.