posted on Nov, 11 2010 @ 03:39 PM
I am related to the guitarist of a popular band from the late 70's. How ever I won't mention who or what band because I am deeply ashamed to be
related to this person. He is a total perv living in mummies and daddies basement spending all his royalty money on dope. Still looking, dressing and
acting like its 1979, spending his day writing music that is only a slight variation of his number one hit, dreaming of reliving his glory days. Part
of me feels sorry for him, part of me blames the music industry, and part of me wants to walk up to him, smack him upside the head and say, "Get over
yourself, life goes on after fame, you are never going to make another album so get out of the basement and enjoy life, if you can put your crack pipe
down long enough, and stop being so shocked when today's teenyboppers don't fling themselves all over you because chances are they have never even
heard of you and if they have, the certainly are going to react the way their moms and aunts did.
Sorry, didn't mean for that to turn into such a rant.
edit on 11-11-2010 by calstorm because: (no reason given)