The thing of it is, is….

Ok, I’m really starting to hate the whole “tortured artist” suicide thing. Not because we lose some great talent but because it’s all bullshit.

“Oh poor me, I am talented and adored by my fans. I get to live a dream few people do. I get to express myself and entertain hundreds/thousand/millions with my thoughts. Sadly however, I’m sooo sensitive and feel so much that I can’t possibly go on living in this cruel world.”

Fuck you.
Try waking up everyday and going to a job you hate, coming home to your shitty apartment, struggling to pay your bills and just getting by day to day. (not to imply this is me at all, I’m quite content, thank you.)
It’s called REAL LIFE.
Everyone has problems, whether they admit it or not. When the guy who works at Jiffy Lube hangs himself, or the girl who’s waiting tables at Denny’s swallows a bottle of pills, no one cares. But when Kurt Cobain or Mark Linkous or even the guy from Milli Vanilli decides life isn’t worth living it’s a huge tragedy and a massive loss of talent, what ever will we do?? (ok, maybe not the Milli Vanilli guy, but you know what I mean.) I’m not saying your average depressed rockstar should buck up and be happy ’cause he’s rich. It’s true that money cannot buy happiness, but it can buy therapy. (not to mention the fact that performing/songwriting/etc. would seem to be a pretty good form of expression and smashing a guitar or amp has got to be a great stress reliever.)
Keith Richards said it best… “All the crap you have to put up with, how bad is it really?” Wise words, even from a guy who took a LOT of drugs.