Well...lemme tell ya,
No, actually I'm not a rock star, but I stayed in a Holiday Inn Express last night...
Honestly, I imagine it being alot like
being a slave. You have a whole network of people who are controlling various aspects of your life and they all have expectations that they push you to meet. You are a product for them to market and make money on so they work you like an ox in a grain mill. The pressure and the temptations to screw yourself up with drugs and alcohol are probably overwhelming. All the while, you just want to be happy like everybody else but instead you end up settling for a series of one-night-stands and gold diggers. The risk of getting AIDS and dying like Freddie Mercury or overdosing on drugs and alcohol like Jimi Hendrix becomes a daily threat. Unless you're a total wussy, then you commit suicide like Kurt Cobain.
...then you either DIE or give up "the life" and retire to Australia to herd sheep (like the Thompson Twins).
Man, I should stay at the Holiday Inn Express more often.