Really love this song.
The vid made me curious about him. Guess what happened to him. He committed suicide in 2003--stabbed himself in the chest. Can you imagine? Reminds me of that scene in "Elizabethtown" when Orlando Bloom tries to rig the exercise bike to stab himself. Seems to me, if you wanna die, and death by stabbing is an acceptable way to go, it would be easy enough to get someone else to do it--you shouldn't have to do it yourself.
Once, when I was in college, I picked up a book from a table in the library and started to read it. It was a forensics book, specifically about how to examine wounds to determine if they're self-inflicted. Did you know that the way to tell if hatchet wounds to the head are self-inflicted is to measure the depth of the wounds. The first whack that you give yourself in the head with a hatchet will go pretty deep, but subsequent wounds will be more shallow--no doubt because that first one hurt a little bit!
Just baffles me that this happens often enough to lend itself to study. Who is out there whacking themselves in the head with hatchets? Is it the same tortured geniuses who are out there stabbing themselves in the chest like Elliott Smith, or overdosing on heroin like Bradley Nowell,
or shooting themselves with shotguns like Kurt Cobain?
Why do female geniuses not do this kind of shit? And then I recalled...Sylvia Plath with her head in the oven...Virginia Woolf walking into the swelling sea with rocks in her pockets...Sarah Kane hanging on the end of a rope.
I think the burden of artistic genius is its intensity. One can endure it only so long before finding some way to end it.
Hmm...deep thoughts today. I'm not really as morbid as I sound--I'm actually quite cheerful at the moment. Hope you are as well.
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