“The sedative for coughs”, until 1913.
Here in Atlanta’s Little Five Points neighborhood, we lost another local musician to heroin. I won’t write his name here, because I don’t want to inextricably link him with the drug that killed him. But there’s an anguished frustration every time this happens, when the needle takes yet one more.
Junk has been a cancer on music since before Charlie Parker played a note. It has taken too many casualties to list here. It seeps into cinema and art like toxic groundwater. No one does better work while on heroin. It improves no experience; it only makes one atrophy. What it does, is put your soul in terrible pain, and then dulls it. Nothing it does helps you or anyone else in any legitimate way. Continue reading →
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Filed under Bad Influences, Don't Know Don't Care, Idiot's Delight, Worst Of All
Tagged as 1990s, alcohol, Atlanta, behind the scenes, cocaine, death, depression, despair, DMT, drugs, ecstasy, heroin, jail, John's Arm:Armageddon, laughter, Little 5 Points, LSD, suicide
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