It's December. I've got tons of gifts to buy and no money to buy them with. I've got a giant project due for the SQL class I'm taking and several giant projects due at work. So what am I doing with my free time? Researching The Who--Keith Moon in particular. I always figured that he fell apart partially because he joined the who at the age of 17 (I mean, if you'd joined a successful rock at 17 how good with your relation to reality and reasonable behavior be?) But sadly no, according to Wikipedia, he was already a borderline personality and so the cute, clowning guy on TV was not the same one that his girlfriends and family members dealt with. I am saddened by this, but then again I lready knew about Pete Townshend's problem's with child pornogrophy and that hasn't made me like him much less.
It's a question of where to draw the line really. I wouldn't have wanted to be flat mates with John Lennn either, but I still think he was a phenomenal musiscian. And David Bowie was supposedly riding around giving Nazi salutes at one point in time. And then there is Michael Jackson... At what point do you decide that the artist really is too much of an asshole for you to enjoy his/her songs?