Kurt Cobain. John Lennon. Hendrix. Joplin. Jim Morrison.
I saw a documentary on Lemmy a couple months ago. The man still lives in a little apartment on the Sunset Strip, and hangs out at a local bar playing video poker. Fame hasn't changed him (although it did apparently take him out of England). He hasn't gotten any face lifts or put his face on video games. He;s the same guy he was when he started Motorhead. I can't help but compare Lemmy, in my mind, to Gene Simmons, the great capitalist willing to sell out for any product placement as long as it gives him a profit, and Steven Tyler now judging reality shows.
If Cobain, Lennon, Hendrix, Joplin, and Morrison had lived, I wonder if they'd be Lemmys or if they'd go the other way, capitalizing on their youth. Or worse, would they be Elvis, slaves to vice and indulgence, fat and sweaty on a Vegas stage trying to relive the glory days? Where does success stop, become enough, or where does it get replaced with greed and aimless ambition?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment