Summary of The Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Special
That’s that, Mattress Man.
This morning I was stunned and supremely depressed to hear of the passing of Philip Seymour Hoffman. Especially under the circumstances. Heroin overdose. Naturally, the internet has flooded up to the windowsill with heartache and fond memories of one of the greatest actors of our generation.
Boogie Nights, Magnolia, The Master. Capote. Synedoche, New York. Hell, even that goddamn Mission Impossible movie. And so much more. Even that fucking Ben Stiller movie.
This is mine.
My father was a heroin addict. And an alcoholic. For the most part, he threw his life away. He was a good and wonderful person with a love for art and his families. He had an interesting ride, and never accomplished much on a grand scale. His friends were the same. I have close friends who deal with addiction on a daily basis, whether it be with themselves or their friends and/or loved ones. I for one, have an alcohol problem. I like it too much and I can be really bad at it.
To paraphrase Bill Hicks, you might as well burn every record you’ve ever loved.
This recently deleted post has had me SEETHING at the stove, where I was preparing my hangover breakfast of eggs and bacon. Already saddened by the news of this loss, it struck me very deeply that someone who never knew the man, was NEVER affected personally by the man’s mistakes could pop up and reduce the man’s life and accomplishments to an addiction. It truly read like some kind of fucked up Fox News obituary.
This is not Ronan Farrow trying to remind us that Woody Allen is a Pedi-Knight. Those sins if true, actually affect society deeper than one actor with a heroin addiction. I’m sure junkie actors are a dime a dozen.
Allen’s alleged sins are important things to remember. That’s an awful person, That’s a ruined childhood. Multiple ruined childhoods. Ruined lives. That’s decades of beautiful art wasted away by a series of terrible acts. Families torn apart and mutated into shattered echoes of themselves.
This was not some shithead junkie living on the streets, blowing strangers for a fix. This was again, one of the greatest actors of our generation. He fucking brought it. With the demons, with the monkey on his back.
And don’t forget, Hoffman’s demons were ones he managed to tame for a long time. 20 some odd years sober. Only to relapse last year. That was someone trying for betterment. Faltering, yes. But nevertheless it was a struggle.
Also, the thing about the Farrow tweets and articles is that - that’s family. People who actually know the person they’re talking about. People that lived through the alleged terror. If anyone is to make posts on a public forum bashing someone who just died - for their mistakes and their affects on others, IT SHOULD BE MADE BY PEOPLE WHO KNEW THEM.
People who were ACTUALLY AFFECTED by the addiction.
We as a people, public, audience, were affected by his work. His talent.
All WE should do is remember the good, take note of Hoffman’s mistakes and learn. And choose our own fucking route in life.
This person’s deeply insensitive and deeply unnecessary post was also to serve as a reminder that life is short and precious.
And it is.
With that, we should remember that though drug addiction is an unfortunate path to go down, we need to not instantly judge people we don’t know for things that did not affect us at all. The man did NOT “throw his life away.” He had a ride that some people choose to not to want or experience.
If the day comes that we hear of the terrible evil things Philip Seymour Hoffman did in his private life, if that ever comes I’ll shut my mouth and take back this entire post. Until then…
Have a little more compassion. And if the view from the high horse is SO great and you’re going to judge, at least have the good mind to save the judgments for those who really deserve it.
That’s that, Mattress Man. Rest in peace, “junkie scum.” I love you. Now I’m going to go and be hungover and think about having to disown Woody Allen.
So it goes.
Gotta sink before you Schwim.
Haven’t done this in a while
Sent this to Paul F. Tompkins this morning. He still hasn’t got back to me.
So. This is a thing that exists.
Count the good vibrations on the highway.
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thanks. currently off tour in california.
Trailer park boys’ image on a poster for a drug & booze free event.
6 days, friends! 6 days till Better Days!
Goddamn, this was delicious. Well, not the most delicious, but pretty good. The Harmed Brothers’ “Breaking Bad” style “Better Days” countdown breakfast. Bacon art is a serious thing, folks. No lie.
One of the cool things about having a record come out is counting down to its release. Heh.
get it or regret it
Crazy awesome vintage moto leather jacket from the 1990s. Topped with hand-painted punk logos at like Sex Pistols and Crass. Excellent vintage condition. We only have one, so get it or regret it!
400 dollars for something your uncle probably made in his basement 25 years ago.