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(Originally posted December 14, 2007)

Cleveland (AP) — In a stunning announcement today, Bud McDowell, education director of the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame, said new investigations into rock music have revealed that famous musicians have used performance enhancing drugs in the creation of thousands of beloved songs and that such abuse has gone on throughout the last 50 years while rock’s promoters, managers, producers and commercial sponsors did little to check its pernicious influence.

“This represents a cataclysmic, collective failure of those in the music business to clean up the music and keep it the harmless entertainment we all enjoy,” he said of the rock music inquiries, which are similar to those in Major League Baseball. “I can honestly say that this report casts a pall on the music and makes all of the feelings and sensations it causes suspect.”

Among those named in the report are such luminaries as the Beatles, Bob Dylan, the Rolling Stones, Elvis Presley, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, The Doors, James Taylor, and the Mamas and the Papas, among many, many others.

Armed with 200,000 pages of evidence — including government documents, warrants, canceled checks, telephone records, photographs, 8mm film and video recordings, e-mails, signed confessions by the stars themselves, willing confessions by the stars themselves, explicit boasts to the media by the stars themselves, biographies and numerous autopsy reports naming drugs as the cause of multiple rock star deaths — McDowell has built up an almost irrefutable case.

“I just don’t know what to say,” said Des Moines housewife Molly Gooch. “‘Strawberry Fields’ is one of my favorite songs, but to think that it was made under the influence of anything other than good-old-fashioned human inspiration, well I don’t know how I could ever really enjoy it again.”

Among the drugs suspected in the Hall of Fame report to have been used in the creation of some of America’s most loved songs are hash, cannabis, peyote, psilocybin, amanita muscaria fly agaric, lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD), morphine, fentanyl, tweak, meth, nose candy, bennies, tuinals, dexies, white crosses, red devils, Doriden, smack, Paris 400s, ludes, snow, crack, crank, downers, dolls …

Black beauties, dummy dust, Hillbilly Heroin oxycodone, MDMA, Rohypnol, goofballs, GHB, Easy Lay, Special K, Vesperax, valium, Surgical Nubain, wack, tears of the poppy, rainbows, yellows, X, speed and sticky icky.

As a result of the findings, rock’s gatekeepers and regulators have cautioned that it may be necessary to re-examine and perhaps dismiss many of the ideas and experiences fomented by the drug-polluted music.

“Now that we know such classics as “Visions of Johanna” and “Good Vibrations” were written under that same scourge that waylaid the Lotus-eaters,” said McDowell, “it is sad, but inevitable, that we can no longer be entertained by them, conceived as they were in a surreal idiom that rational man finds repugnant and anathema to his higher functions of mind and being.”

“I once cheered as Barry Bonds hit a record number of career homers and as Jimi played the guitar strings with his teeth on ‘Little Wing,'” said McDowell. “But come on. Showing rare human athletic ability and raising consciousness to a new level of spiritual and cosmic awareness is no good if you cheated.”

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(Originally posted Tuesday, October 09, 2007)

Everybody’s talking about the new book from Motley Crue bassist and songwriter Nikki Sixx, “The Heroin Diaries: A Year In the Life of a Shattered Rock Star.” This compellling book offers up many shocking revelations and profound insights. Here are some samples of his crazy life:

” … 2:14 p.m. Los Angeles. I wake up with my head in a jack-o-lantern and both my fists lodged into quick-drying cement. My pants are down. Is this heaven or hell? … ”

” … 8:27 a.m. Greenwich Mean Time. Egypt. I feel nothing but see Tommy performing sternum massage on me while a half dozen models are screaming. In the corner are a paper lantern and a Shmoo singing “Pack Up Your Troubles.” How did I go so far off the rails? … ”

“…6 a.m. strung out in Alaska. The sun hasn’t set in a month. In my right hand is a dead seal and in my left is a can of Clorox. How did things go so wrong?…”

” …8:30 p.m. How did the ice get up there?…”

” … 10 p.m. Fisherman’s Wharf. I pulled my lobster cage out of the bay, but there’s nothing in it but bottom-feeders. How true that is…”

“… 7:56 p.m. Ottawa. Axl Rose has me in a head lock between the buttocks and lets out an explosive fart. We’re on the inside track to nowhere man…”

” … 6:32 a.m. Frankfort. This is a stinky shit life. I don’t know how to live, only how to die. Hmmmm… White Castle’s open … ”

” … 7:00 p.m. Los Angeles. I ask the doctor for methadone. He replies: “I can’t give you methadone, I’m a veterinarian.” I am one with insanity ….”

” … 5:15 p.m. Okinawa. Even in the Far East, my friends have left me. Godzilla was a pretty good movie. …”

” … 6:47 p.m. Santiago, Chile. That housekeeper is a narc. Jean-Claude and I lie out in the sun and listen to The Rolling Stones. Wait a minute … who is Jean-Claude?…..”

” … 7:16 p.m. Oshkosh, Wisconsin. I was riding my motorcycle with no clothes on and … oh shit, that’s going to burn tomorrow…”

” … 8:20 p.m. Tulsa. All my friends are dead. What is that smell? …”

” … 8:15 p.m. Idaho. I only know a town by its women. I dreamt I was makin’ it with Marilyn Monroe. But it was just some Goth chick, and I think she gave me a case of galloping knob rot. The sunrise knows I am no good …”
” … 9:21 a.m. I’m a spoiled millionaire little boy rock star shit who’s hit the tubes. Thank God my girlfriend’s a Playmate, otherwise I’d have no perspective. …”

“… 9:56 p.m. ah man, feces again….”

” … 8:18 a.m. Piedmont. Bitch took my gun…”

” … 10:59 a.m. My accountant wants me to invest in commodities …”

” … 8:29 p.m. Quebec. I was licking a Fentanyl lollipop I stole from a cancer patient and saw the most beautiful fairy singing the most beautiful song ever in my head saying, “here I give this to you to share with the world, Nikki” … then my respiratory system shut down and it was gone forever. Wait a minute, is it Tuesday?…..”

” … 10:12 a.m. Wallachia-Transylvania. I picked up a stripper on my motorcycle and brought her back to my pad. … I don’t know how we got to this part where I’m in a grave and she’s throwing dirt on my face. I hope kids read this and learn something from me someday…”

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