Wildin' Like a Rockstar

After listening to the new Lil' Wayne album, The Carter III, two things are clear about Weezy. One, he is one of the best rappers alive. Two, Weezy F. Baby is a fucking wilder. Honestly, as soon as his gremlin-ass starts rapping I wanna sip lean, snort all kinds of pharmies, and pass out in the club. Lil' wayne is constantly high. He sounds like he hasn't been sober since Project Chick, and his fans are worried for him.
But lets not forget people, getting fucked up is what rock stars are supposed to do. They basically have a lifetime-wilder-pass in return for their life style's influence on their music. Lets go down the list; John Coltrane, Miles Davis, Ray Charles, Johnny Cash, Elvis Presley, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Kurt Cobain, Bradley Nowell....and that's just off the top of the dome. Really every classic rock band I can think of got shitfaced, battled life-threatening drug addiction, trashed countless hotel rooms and eventually their careers. Throw in two of the best mainstream artists of our time in Lil Wayne and Amy Winehouse and there is undeniable proof that wilders make amazing music.
More than that, it is the responsibility of rock stars to wild the fuck out and make music heavily influenced by the kind of wildin' that only famous career musicians can afford.
That's the problem with music today, rock stars are ridiculed for defying the social norms regarding inebriation of which it is their obligation to defy. Picture Chris Martin collapsing on stage from downing a fifth of Svedka. Impossible: he's too soft body. Only one of the fags in Fall Out Boy drinks. Some fucking party that is. Fifty doesn't smoke or drink, probably to busy taping conversations and sending them to the police. Puffy is allergic to cigarettes...what a pussy. Honestly thinking about these fucking herbs is making me respect Lindsay Lohan a whole lot more (until I remember how terrible her music is). If the all star line-up of wilders which I mentioned in the second paragraph met these clowns in some kind of social setting, they would probably laugh at these G rated icons and than cry about the lack of respect that the legacy of wilder-super stardom receives today. Than they would probably shoot up and spend the next three days going through the motions at an open-faced-coke-buffet-turned-orgy.
On a side note, Amy Winehouse is in the early stages of emphysema from copious cigarette and crack smoking. Seriously Amy, I respect your wilding, but your voice is too good not to take care of. Holler at BG, switch to heroin, we need you around for at least two more albums.