“When my father passed, I was still an unsuccessful cook with a drug problem. I was in my mid-thirties, standing behind an oyster bar, cracking clams for a living when he died. So, he never saw me complete a book or achieve anything of note. I would have liked to have shared this with him.” StillsBookProblemFatherBehindsSawsAchieveDrugStandingDiedNotesBarsCooksOystersUnsuccessfulClams Author:Anthony Bourdain
“A lot of rappers want somebody to always sing on their records. If you can hold a note, they're gonna' ask you to come and be apart of their creativity. At that time, they were eager and on the streets selling drugs or in the studio making music. That was a big part of our lives were I grew up.” IfsWantBigsAsksCreativityRecordsOur LivesStreetsGrewDrugGrew UpNotesStudiosSellingRapperSelling Drugs Author:Nicki Minaj
“By more than two to one Americans do not consider what Kevorkian did, injecting a terminally ill patient with legal drugs at the patient's request, to be the same as murder. You may want to note that laws are not supposed to be enforced on the basis of public opinion polls.” WantMayTwoLawOpinionDrugBasesMurderNotesPatientIllSupposed To BePublic OpinionPollsRequestOpinion PollsTerminally Ill Author:Dan Rather
“I'm not quite sure. Probably because "Hanky Panky" and "I Think We're Alone Now" had more to do with it than anything else. For some reason, staccato eighth notes on a bass sounded like bubblegum. Basically, groups like the 1910 Fruitgum Co. took my early format and kind of perverted it, and made these mindless pre-fab hits over and over. In the 60s, anybody who was making commercial music, that is music that didn't have a political slant to it, or wasn't taking drugs, was bubblegum. And that term kind of hung on a lot of people back then, and it's unfortunate.” PeopleThinkingKindMadeReasonPoliticalTermGroupsDrugNotesUnfortunateHungBassFormatMindlessCommercial Music Author:Tommy James
“...heroine: the artist, the premier mistress writhering in a garden graced w/highly polished blades of grass... release (ethiopium) is the drug...an animal howl says it all...notes pour into the caste of freedom...the freedom to be intense...to defy social order and break the slow kill monotony of censorship. to break from the long bonds of servitude-ruthless adoration of the celestial shepherd. let us celebrate our own flesh-to embrace not ones race mais the marathon-to never let go of the fiery sadness called desire.” LongDesireArtistOrderSocialAnimalRaceBreakSadnessDrugLetting GoGardenEmbraceNotesFleshIntenseCelebrateReleaseGrassCensorshipBladesMarathonMistressRuthlessAdorationCelestialShepherdsPolishedHeroinesServitudeFieryHowlCastesSocial OrderMonotonyBlades Of GrassNever Let Go Author:Patti Smith