My heroes. Why the fuck are they all dead?

[lwoodbloo]

I'm so pissed tonite. I've been listening to Bill Hicks now for a coupla weeks. He's this brilliant fucking comedian who died in '94 of pancreatic cancer. And I just today got a copy of his new biography. And....grrr. Well, it alleges that Denis Leary, who I love, who helped me laugh through high school, took most of his material from Bill. Just outright stole it. And...why does this affect me in the least, I can't quite figure out. But it's weighing on me. And making me wish I'd heard of this guy before. I'm at a point in the book where Bill just found out he's terminal with the cancer. And he's...he's doing it exactly how I would want to. Talking about what he wanted to, exorcising a lot of demons, not letting things just wash off him, he's shouting back, and it's what I want to do most of the time. I let things just kinda sink in, and I don't get rid of the tension and I think that makes me feel worse.

But, as to my subject (I actually use them now.) I'm really disturbed that SO many of the artists I love and respect are dead. Bill, Jimi hendrix, janis, D Boon. All these really great talents that I've managed to "discover" after they're six feet under. GRrr. Someone get me some of bill's genetic material, we'll clone him. The world needs someone like that, not namby pamby. Someone who will call the government on all the bullshit it's pulling, post 9/11. And trust me, I know about compromises. I know that somehow, we need to give up some freedoms for safety. But draw a fucking line and stick with it.

Gah, I'm done. I've got a massive.....let me stop.
Nite.

Resnick