The 27 Club is the one place you don’t want to be a V.I.P.
A lot of attention has been paid to this mysterious club recently as Amy Winehouse became the latest celebrity to join the ranks which include Joplin, Hendrix, Morrison, Cobain, and more; all artists who prematurely left the world at the age of 27.
It’s an eerie phenomenon, to say the least.
There’s a lot of talent in the so-called club, and a common link is drugs (whether directly or indirectly responsible for the deaths). The rock n’ roll lifestyle can only last so long before you either get help, or it completely consumes you.
When Amy Winehouse was found dead, no one questioned whether or not it was another in a long line of internet hoaxes which have “claimed the lives” of everyone from Gordon Lightfoot to Adam Sandler. Her battles with addiction were certainly well publicized, and in most cases, she was known more for her troubles than her vocal talents. Jokes were easy to come by: “Well, she did say no to rehab...”, and it was easy to dismiss her death as just another celebrity junkie who overdosed - final results of her autopsy won’t be revealed til he fall – but that doesn’t make it any less tragic. She was only 27.
I’m 25.
A friend of mine said “She had all the money and help at hand and didn't get clean. Whose fault was it? hers!”
Well, yeah, sure…that’s easy for someone who’s not a slave to addiction to say. She had a problem, but because she’s famous and has money it’s supposed to be easier for her, psychologically and physically, to get clean? I doubt it. The only thing that really separates celebrities from you and me is that they constantly live in a glass house. We put these people on a pedestal, so, when they do something that falls short of our ideals, they get ripped apart for it.
Famous or not; we’re all just human beings.
-Crash-
**I can appreciate the irony behind Amy Winehouse’s situation, and I think the best comedy is without boundary, but sometimes I tire of the cynicism of the world and need a more refreshing point of view; Russell Brand (yes, him) provided me with one, and Todd Park Mohr provided me with another:
My thanks to Ross Neilsen for posting this yesterday and bringing it to my attention....it’s a haunting, emotional song; personal opinions of Winehouse aside.
A lot of attention has been paid to this mysterious club recently as Amy Winehouse became the latest celebrity to join the ranks which include Joplin, Hendrix, Morrison, Cobain, and more; all artists who prematurely left the world at the age of 27.
It’s an eerie phenomenon, to say the least.
There’s a lot of talent in the so-called club, and a common link is drugs (whether directly or indirectly responsible for the deaths). The rock n’ roll lifestyle can only last so long before you either get help, or it completely consumes you.
When Amy Winehouse was found dead, no one questioned whether or not it was another in a long line of internet hoaxes which have “claimed the lives” of everyone from Gordon Lightfoot to Adam Sandler. Her battles with addiction were certainly well publicized, and in most cases, she was known more for her troubles than her vocal talents. Jokes were easy to come by: “Well, she did say no to rehab...”, and it was easy to dismiss her death as just another celebrity junkie who overdosed - final results of her autopsy won’t be revealed til he fall – but that doesn’t make it any less tragic. She was only 27.
I’m 25.
A friend of mine said “She had all the money and help at hand and didn't get clean. Whose fault was it? hers!”
Well, yeah, sure…that’s easy for someone who’s not a slave to addiction to say. She had a problem, but because she’s famous and has money it’s supposed to be easier for her, psychologically and physically, to get clean? I doubt it. The only thing that really separates celebrities from you and me is that they constantly live in a glass house. We put these people on a pedestal, so, when they do something that falls short of our ideals, they get ripped apart for it.
Famous or not; we’re all just human beings.
-Crash-
**I can appreciate the irony behind Amy Winehouse’s situation, and I think the best comedy is without boundary, but sometimes I tire of the cynicism of the world and need a more refreshing point of view; Russell Brand (yes, him) provided me with one, and Todd Park Mohr provided me with another:
My thanks to Ross Neilsen for posting this yesterday and bringing it to my attention....it’s a haunting, emotional song; personal opinions of Winehouse aside.
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