All Rock Stars Should Take Heroin

Heroin - A drug that helps you to escape reality, while making it much harder to cope when you are recaptured. - Nikki Sixx, The Heroin Diaries

I hate to break this to you, but apparently...some rock stars are actually on HEROIN!

I don't wanna advocate heroin use, but I do want to write about why so many rock stars use heroin, and make this modern day deal with the devil.

 

You know a Rock Star even offered me Heroin once! I was lucky enough to actually capture it on video too. Here is is:

Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, Layne Staley, Shannon Hoon, Andrew Wood, Sid Vicious, Bradley Nowell...all dead junkies.

Others like, Jerry Garcia, Iggy Pop, Lou Reed, Nikki Sixx, Dave Navarro, Keith Richards, Duff McKagan, and basically all of the Red Hot Chili Peppers have had well documented histories with the drug. Even John Lennon had a brief period where he dabbled in Heroin. If you don't believe me here's a link to an article on The Daily Mail about it 

My favorite Heroin Addict is former Guns N Roses drummer Steven Adler.

Do you fucking realize how much drugs you have to do to get kicked out of GUNS AND FUCKING ROSES!!!

SO WHY DO SO MANY ROCK STARS TAKE HEROIN?

  1. IT MAKES YOU LOOK COOL. If you're a multimillionaire, jet-setting rock star who travels the world and is on magazines, television, & radio, there's not much you can do to get that coveted "bad boy" image that girls go wild about. Flirting with death on a daily basis is the the ultimate bad boy thing to do. 

To be a rock star and a junkie is to rebel against society itself, and Rock n Roll is all about rebellion.

2. IT'S LEARNED BEHAVIOR.

 

 The Rockers of 60's admired the old Blues & Jazz musicians that came before them who used heroin. Later generations of rockers admired and wanted to be like those 60's musicians and so on.

3. IT HELPS CREATIVITY. the old poets like Rimbaud, Keats, Shelly, Byron, Coleridge all experimented with Opiates and other substances. 

“The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.”- William Blake

The old romantic poets believed that to live a nice comfortable life was fundamentally antagonistic to making real art. 

It [heroin] slows life down and turns off the overrintellectualizing part of your brain - Steven Tyler

Creativity requires the absence of rational thought and civilized life is nothing, if not rational.

If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite - William Blake

4. IT'S HELPFUL. For a rock star who has a management team to handle every aspect of life that the rest of us deal with everyday like, food, clothes, bills, travel arrangements, the junkie rockstar is as far removed from the real world as the corner homeless junkie bum. 

"the drug you do if you're in a fuckin' four-star hotel and you can order all the goddamn room service that you want and you can just lay in bed and drool all over yourself because you've got a million bucks in the bank. That's the drug you want to do if you want to be a kid forever." - Courtney Love on Heroin

If you're on the road playing to stadiums of sold out raving and drooling fans every night for two hours, heroin is there to even you out and calm you down.  

When you have the boredom of waiting 22 hours everyday in hotels, airports, and buses for the only two hours of excitement of your day, Heroin is there help with that boredom.

When your entire life on tour is devoid of privacy because everybody wants something from you. Heroin is there to remove you from the world. It draws you into yourself.  

And after touring for months or even years. Do you think its easy to suddenly go to a quiet, "normal" life at home with no excitement. Well heroin is there to help with that boredom too. 

Whether you're a janitor, teacher, executive or stock broker, whatever your job may be, we all have our substances to help us manage, whether its a cold beer, a joint, a martini, a margarita or a line of coke. 

The intense life of a rock star is not ordinary. Therefore no ordinary drug will do. Especially when money is no object.

 Besides, I think rock music was at its most outrageous, most creative and innovative during the 60's and 70's when drug use was at it's height and rockers were dropping dead left and right. 

  The beatles, rolling stones, aerosmith, the eagles, 90's grunge, all made their best music on drugs.  

 

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The Five Stages of Rock N Roll: Stage 1

Stage 1: 'F*CK YEAH MOTHERF*CKER!!'

   I was an angry, hateful teenager. I hated school, teachers, the students, their parents, my parents, organized religion...messy religion (haha) the good looking girls that shunned me, the ugly girls that thought they were good looking and who also shunned me as well as the jocks, preppies, math nerds, science nerds. art fags, drama fags, cowboys, rappers, goths, punk rockers, skin heads, cholos, and those guys that all they ever talked about were muscle cars, or guns. I was a stoner, metalhead, rocker, hessian (I never understood hessian, how are headbangers and german mercenaries from the 18th century alike?) and I even hated most of the other stoner-metalheads. 

   So I listened to angry music. Metallica (until they put out the Black Album) Megadeth, Anthrax, Slayer, among many others. Grew my hair long and wore black, experimented with drugs, got into some trouble with the law, never got laid, never had a girlfriend, never had a date, never went to a dance, didn't go to prom, never showed up at school for picture day. 

Highlights of Stage 1

• Age 13: I had drank before but at 13 was the first time I got really drunk
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• Age 14: started smoking cigarettes
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• Age 14: Smoked weed
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• Age 14: First time I was allowed to go with my cousins to the bars in Mexico. 
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• Age 15: First concert, Metallica w/Queensryche
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• Age 15: Tried LSD, which became somewhat of a semi-regular habit.
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• Age 16: Was hanging out with a group of 20-something homeless drug addicts. I would often disappear for days at a time, sleeping under bridges or on church rooftops.
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•  Ran away from home at age 16/17 (can't remember now) to Santa Barbara , CA where I lived in a car with three people I didn't know.  While we were there we broke into a car, stole some dudes weed stash, went shopping while I watched the people I was with bounce an $800 check for groceries, and went to one of the dudes girlfriends house where, while he was talking to her in the house, I was "drafted" to sneak into the guest house to take the "money machine" - one of those big crystal water jugs full of change and bills. This financed our trip back to Phoenix.
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My first DUI at age 17


    I was a rotten kid. I hated myself, and everyone around me. I was impossible to keep control of. There was nothing you could do or say to me. You couldn't take away my shit, because I didn't have anything. You couldn't ground me, I would sneak out. 

   You could try knocking me around, but I would knock you right back. I never minded getting hurt or beat up a little, bruises and wounds heal. So the threat of physical punishment meant nothing to me. 
 
   The Way I saw it, everybody takes a beating sometime. - Henry Hill, from Goodfellas.


  Besides a certain amount of pain is good. It lets you know you're still alive. Sometimes you can be so helplessly depressed, that you'll believe that THE ONLY way to feel anything else is to experience pain. At least thats how I used to see it. I spent my fair share of time carving anarchy symbols and pentagrams on my forearms.
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   By the time I was 21, I had long been using alcohol and drugs to self medicate myself. When I was in hyperactive mode, alcohol or weed helped calm me down. When I was depressed or having the usual racing thoughts then alcohol killed all thought in my brain, like 'liquid meditation,' if you know what I mean. And if you know what I mean, then congrats because that means you are f*cking cool as hell. You're the Kitties Titties!

   But the thing with weed was that I never had any money because I could never hold down a job. Besides, I hate always having to 'score' all the time, and in the days before cell phones scoring weed could be a major pain in the ass. I tried growing it on a few occassions but that never worked. So if it was around I would smoke it, if I had money and the opportunity came along, I would buy. If a friend had some and was busting out with everyone else, count me in, but I never went out of my way for it, and alcohol is so much easier to take.  


   And of course there is the music....

  Back in the 80's my world revolved around Metallica. 'I celebrated their entire catalog.' For my money there was just no other band that was as hard, and fast, while still managing to remain melodic. "Master of Puppets" is a masterpiece. I loved the progressive tone of the album, 8 minute+ songs with three main riffs and at least two guitar solos. This was all lost with the Black Album, but we'll get to that in stage 2. Metal, and headbanging, moshing, thrashing on my guitar was the only way I could let out all the anger I was feeling.

   But why the hell are you so angry in Stage 1, When the Music is so F*kkin Cool?

   I was angry for a lot of reasons but besides the fact that your hormones are in overdrive, most of my anger had to do with being ostracized, left out, hunted, despised...

Home, I have no home, hunted, despised, living like an Animal!

   Years before I entered high school and my teenage years, my social fate was sealed as the oddball, the weird dude, the one who doesn't say much. The, "yeah he's alright but he's just a little..off, you know" 

   Stage 1 is where you really begin to realize this, but you are in denial of it. You still haven't accepted your fate by removing yourself of all labels and "types"... and by types, I mean that you no longer feel the need to have to be either a rocker or a jock, or a preppy, or a theater geek, whatever... 

   All you know is that your situation sucks and you don't how to fix it. The anger is a byproduct of this resistance to the way things are. And since it seems that the harder you try to fit in, the more you just stand out, there is only one thing to do...Smoke cigarettes, get drunk on cheap beer, get stoned on bad weed, and turn the music up louder than you secretly admit is reasonable, just so you can get a kick out of telling whoever asks you to turn it down, to f*ck off.

   I got kicked out of many public buses for not turning my walkman down. And I'm talking about the old ass walkmans, the ones that used 4 AA batteries instead of two. Now those f*kkers were noisy.

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Ok I've Covered A lot, So Let me Explain...

 

  The Five Stages of Rock

Stage 1: F*ck Yeah Motherf*cker!

• Raging Hormones
• Misplaced Aggression
• Realization that the teenage social status boundaries have already been drawn
• Accompanied by the realization that, that means you're pretty much screwed.
• Cheap beer, bad sex (if you're lucky) good drugs. (if you're real lucky)

• Kick ass tunes. 

Next Time: The Five Stages of Rock, Stage 2

 

 

 

 

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Ozzy Osbourne

[This is an excerpt taken from the book "I am Ozzy" by Ozzy Osbourne. It's a great book but this is by far my favorite part.]


'Ok Mr. Osbourne, I'm going to ask you a question' said the doc. 'Have you ever taken any, "street drugs"?'

This was the new guy I went to see when I decided to get clean. I'd spent almost forty years blasting the booze, and the pills, so it seemed like a good idea to see what kind of damage I'd done.

'Well,' I told him with a little cough, 'I once smoked some pot."

'Is that it?'

'Yeah thats it.'

The doc carried on prodding me and checking his notes. Then he stopped and asked, "Are you sure?"

'Well,' I said with another little cough, 'I've taken a bit of speed. A long time ago, y'know?'

'So just the pot, and a bit of speed?'

'Pretty much, yeah'

The doc carried on doing his thing. But after a while, he stopped again. 'Are you absolutely sure it was just the pot and the speed?'

'Well, I suppose I've had a few toots of the old waffle dust in my time,' I said. I was starting to warm up now.

'So pot, speed, and...a few lines of cocaine?'

'Pretty much, yeah.'

'And you're sure about that?'

'Uh-huh.'

'I just want to make absolut-'

'Does heroin count?'

'Yes. Heroin counts.'

'Oh, and heroin then. Just once or twice, mind'

'And you're sure it was just once or twice?'

'Oh yeah. Fucking crap drug heroin is. Have you tried it?'

'No'

'Too much throwing up for my liking'

'The nausea can be intense, yes'

'It's a waste of booze, thats what it is.'

'OK,' the doctor snapped. 'Lets just stop this. Are there any drugs you haven't taken Mr. Osbourne?'

'Not that I'm aware of, no.'

More silence.

Finally the doc said, 'And what about alcohol? You mention that you drink. How many units per day?'

'Oh, about four. Give or take.'

'Can you be more specific?'

'Bottles of Hennessey. But it depends.'

'On what?'

'On how long I pass out between them.'

'And it's just the Hennessey?'

'Well, beer doesn't count, does it?'

The doc shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and let out a big sigh. He looked like he wanted to go home. Then he asked, 'And do you smoke, Mr. Osbourne?'

'Now and again.'

'What a surprise. How many per day, would you say?'

'Oh, thirty-ish?'

'What brand of cigarettes?'

'Cigars, I don't count the cigarettes.'

The doc started to go very white. Then he said, 'For how long has this been your typical daily routine?'

'What year is it?' I asked him.

'2004.'

'Nearly forty years then.'

'And is there anything else in your medical history I should know about?' asked the doc.

'Well,' I said, "I got hit by an airplane once - sort of, anyway. And I broke my neck on a quad bike. Then I died twice during the coma. I had AIDS for 24 hours too* And I thought I had MS but it turned out to be a parkinsonian tremor. I broke my clack [uvula] that other time. Oh, and I've had the clap a few times. Oh and one or two seizures. Like when I took codeine in New York, or when I date raped myself in Germany. Unless you count the abuse of prescription medication.

The doctor nodded.

Then he cleared his throat, loosened his tie and said, "I've got one last question for you, Mr. Osbourne."

'Go ahead doc.'

'Why are you still alive?'

He was right. There was no plausible medical reason why I should still be alive. There's even less of a reason I should be so healthy...I mean yes my short term memory hasn't been too great since the quad bike accident, but I have a memory therapist now to help me with it - and I still have a mild stammer. But my heart's in great shape, and my liver's like brand new. After a million and one tests, the best the doc could come up with was that I had, 'a bit of cholesterol.'

haha, thats a very amusing story. That dude is very lucky to be alive. That also shows you just how strong genetics can be. I like Ozzy Osbourne. He is a good singer. He can really rock his ass off.

ok bye.

***You find out earlier in the book that Ozzy's false positive AIDS test was because he was taking so many drugs that his immune system was obliterated, haha.***

Play With Your Fucking Heart!!!

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