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Amy Winehouse has Emphysema

Let's get one thing perfectly straight.
I'm a miserable old prick!
I wouldn't pay any attention to Amy Whatsernutz or her music even if she wasn't a dumb crack whore.

I like Jaco's music and playing when he was at his best. Therefore in my little closed minded world, He wins.
All junkies are not created equal!

I OTOH am a very happy one;)

And I agree, a closed mind helps in situations like this. I OTOH seem to be a bit more empathetic than many of my bass brethren. And I always keep my ears open for new stuff... that's how we learn.
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Very little.

I have a lot of sympathy for their family and friends, not much for them.

Heck, their family and friends might be why they use.

The overly simplistic way many of you look at this isn't exactly surprising. Instead of actually taking a second and thinking about all you don't know about this situation, here come the judge.
:hmm:

The silver spoon comments are pretty incisive... considering her dad drove a cab. Do people even know what the phrase means?
:D

According to many of you, there is absolutely no reason to use drugs. Am I understanding that correctly?
 
Her best mate - Pete Doherty of Baby shambles must be the fattest heroin addict on the planet, he must be cutting his stuff with Big Mac, fries and milkshake. Lots of 'pop stars' are tragic - it's what makes then into legends.
Mama Cass choked to death eating a ham sandwich, if she'd shared it with Karen Carpenter they would probably both be alive today but less famous.
Anyway - I'm off to get a 'fix' of tea - yeah man.
 
Her best mate - Pete Doherty of Baby shambles must be the fattest heroin addict on the planet, he must be cutting his stuff with Big Mac, fries and milkshake. Lots of 'pop stars' are tragic - it's what makes then into legends.
Mama Cass choked to death eating a ham sandwich, if she'd shared it with Karen Carpenter they would probably both be alive today but less famous.
Anyway - I'm off to get a 'fix' of tea - yeah man.

Mama Cass died of heart failure.
 
The screwed up thing about all of this is when she finally croaks, she will be immortalized as some kind of musical genius who was taken from us in her prime. We will have to hear about her for the rest of our lives, just like Joplin.
I know I shouldn't throw stones but I see her as just a messed up junkie who happens to sing (and not all that well I might add)(just like Joplin). Her addictions are one of the things that keep her in the news (and on internet forums) not her talent.
She is going to make enough money off of her past records that she could just hole up somewhere and dope it up until she dies.
 
She doesn't have emphysema. Her dad admitted that she wasn't really diagnosed with it, but the docs said she could get it if she doesn't quit smoking. She has some scarring on her lungs, that's all right now. Emphysema is a chronic disease (one of two things categorized as COPD, the other is chronic bronchitis), and the average age that people get emphysema is 45. So don't be too quick to judge. She does need to lay off of the crack though, on the real tip.
 
I saw her last night on the BBC televised Nelson Mandela's 90th birthday bash,and i tell ya I've seen healthier looking corpses!She said herself,in an interview,that she'd bee let out of hospital to do the gig and that she would be straight back in again,after it was over.She looked very fragile and confused,but sang really well.Sad.
 
There are more than 6 billion people on Earth and a good portion of them are genuinely suffering from afflictions completely beyond their ability to control. I don't have any sympathy left for hedonists who think nothing of the consequences of their self destructive behavior because they're too busy saying, "Wheeeeeeee!!!" while riding around on the party train.

It's entirely possible that I, myself, will end up dead or worse due to some reckless and ill conceived behavior of my own invention that I've been known to engage in from time to time (though never drug related) and I think that anyone who would feel sorry for me or waste any amount of sympathy on me if I did foolishly self destruct in such a fashion is wasting their sentiment.

Feel sorry for people who have to live in places like this:
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They aren't spending their days snorting coke and partying.