"The months of making that music were, he said in an interview with The New York Times in April, an 'absolute blur,' a stretch when he took to the microphone 'when I was high enough to hear something and get inspired.' When he toured earlier this year, he recreated that bedroom on stage, using the actual mattress...."
From "Lil Peep, Rapper Who Blended Hip-Hop and Emo, Is Dead at 21" (NYT).
We're told his mother wants us to know she is "very, very proud of him and everything he was able to achieve in his short life."
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Talented lad.
Xanax: Can cause paranoid or suicidal ideation and impair memory, judgment, and coordination. Combining with other substances, particularly alcohol, can slow breathing and possibly lead to death.
"Rap is a form of expression for people incapable of making music. It's not music, but vociferations, and eructations." - Pierre Delanoë
Grass grows when weeds die.
Hip-Hop + Emo = Hippo.
There is lots of good Rap.
Xanax is dangerous stuff.
This is similar to what happened with Chris Cornell, combining anti-anxiety meds (Ativan in his case) with other substances put him in a dangerous state of mind.
"“It’s great for me to hear,” he continued. “It helps. It boosts me, because music saved my life as well.”
Well, no.
People who tattoo their bodies are all insane. The insanity level is based on where the tattoos end. If it's at the head, then Xanax is prescribed.
People who tattoo their bodies are all insane
Not sure if that's clinically true, but they do have...something going on.
They know that each additional tattoo detracts from the message of the others, but they can't stop.
An overdose of Xanax??!!
I see a lot of junkies, I see a lot of face tattoos, not a coincidence. Anyway, my sojourn on the " methadone mile" is over, I am heading south, but damn, I think every libertarian should try living there for a month, where Boston dumped all of the white junkies into an historically black neighborhood. Plus they threw in a major homeless shelter, just for good measure.
Weird how many ostensibly successful young artists don't feel that their lives are worth living. Chronic depression and personality disorders surely contribute to that. But artistic success would seem to be an odd fit with intense feelings of helplessness.
I watched two Lil Peep videos before reading that NYT article earlier chiefly because I'd never heard of him or 'blended hip hop and emo'. What is 'artistic success' in that context? Requiescat in pace and all of it but what were his parents doing while he became what he was? what 'achievement'?
Lou Reed wrote a song called Street Hassle.
"You know, some people got no choice
And they can never find a voice
To talk with that they can even call their own
So the first thing that they see
That allows them the right to be
Why they follow it
You know, it's called bad luck."
Xanax? Compared to nicotine the stuff is silly. As an inner city public school teacher of refugees and immigrants I chewed xanax like it was vitamin X. A regular morning dietary staple. It's why I'm still alive today. That and the good sense to stay in my classroom unless required by law - fire drill - to leave it.
Solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short indeed.
The video is proof once again that there is no art in the music world. As for his mother bring very proud of him, her expectations couldn't have been over ankle high.
Many apologies to the first of the genre, the MILF of rappers, the original Mother Goose:
Lil Bo Peeper has now met the reaper
And never will rap again.
Leave drugs alone and you may come home,
If you don’t, death’s not if but when.
Lil Bo Peep fell fast asleep
And dreamt he heard Trump tweeting,
But when he never awoke, he found it wasn’t a joke,
For his heart was no longer beating.
Then mama said look and some gobbledygook:
“I am proud,” she said out loud,
For Peep left his songs behind him.
It happened one day, as Peep’s soul slipped away
Into a meadow hard by,
There mom espied his drugs side by side
And then she began to cry.
She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
And found all Peep’s fans to hush ’em,
And tried what she could,
As a rapper’s mom should,
To collect all the drugs and flush ‘em.
"Skid Row" is peculiar to Seattle.
"What is 'artistic success' in that context?"
Money. Getting laid.
The book by Murray Morgan is called "Skid Road". It's where the logs skidded down the hill into Yesler's saw mill.
I also thought Skid Row related to Seattle, but I've heard Skid Row referenced in many cities.
Skid Road, or Yesler Way is still a good place to get your neck broke.
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