"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come."
Heath Ledger died today. Heard it from a few friends per text as I woke this afternoon. Yes. afternoon. Then I got a call from Access Hollywood, asking me if it was me that showed up today to massage him at 3 pm:
"It wasn't immediately clear if Ledger had committed suicide. He had an appointment for a massage at a residence in the tony neighbourhood of SoHo, NYPD spokesman Paul Browne said. A housekeeper who went to let him know the massage therapist had arrived found him dead at 3:26 p.m."
I told him, Pills kill. Massage heals. More massages, less pills. Had Heath booked with me, he'd still be alive, as my massages are worth hanging on for. Great massages make you look forward to the next appt. My clients know I am anti-pills. If you receive proper massages on a regular basis, you don't NEED sleeping pills. The guy was reaching out for peace and relaxation, even up to the last minutes he spent on earth.
I am however, calling all of my massage assistants in NYC to find out if it was indeed one of my team. All bookings are made through me, so if they did book with him, they did it on the sly, so they may not want to come forward OR Heath may have booked with an unknown therapist, as you can find them a dime a dozen on craigslist. Would he be nutty enough to book someone on his own? Anyone who is nutty enough to take too many pills is indeed unpredictable and nutty enough.
Fame kills. Artist are usually overly sensitive souls to begin with, then if they get famous, they usually snap. You have to have TOUGH skin or be stable as hell to withstand the constant brown-nosing, lying, scamming fucks around you when you are famous. There are LOADS of hanger-ons around each celebrities who constantly feed them pills and drugs to keep the star high, to make themselves indispensable to the star, to keep them so high, they won't notice they are being manipulated for financial or celebrity gain. It makes me fucking sick. I feel sorry for the celebs in that situation, which is pretty much the majority of them. They have NO idea about all the shit that goes on around them and behind their backs. All the power games and backstabbing; it's revolting.
I am sad about Heath's early death and fear that Britney, Amy Winehouse and Mischa Barton are sadly on the same path. Fame, pills, booze and drugs are a lethal combo.
"I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something-something I can use People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here I just have to look good,
I dont have to be clear Come and whisper in my ear Give us dirty laundry Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down Kick em when theyre up Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up Kick em when theyre down Kick em when theyre up Kick em all around
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who Comes on at five
She can tell you bout the plane crash with a gleam In her eye
It's interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry Can we film the operation? Is the head dead yet? You know,
the boys in the newsroom got a Running bet Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry You dont really need to find out whats going on
You dont really want to know just how far its gone Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry Kick em when theyre up Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up Kick em when theyre down Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down Kick em when theyre stiff Kick em all around
Dirty little secrets Dirty little lies We got our dirty little fingers in everybodys pie
We love to cut you down to size We love dirty laundry
We can do the innuendo We can dance and sing When its said and done we havent told you a thing
We all know that crap is king Give us dirty laundry!" DON HENLEY