| Now it is my sad duty to tell how this saint, this artist lost his tender life. Those of us who knew him well understood that his public debauches and self-destructive behaviour had a polar opposite. This was his sporadic and freakish obsession with health food and exercise. After months of eating only candy bars and drinking only Wild Turkey bourbon [fig. 1], he would start up as if waking from a dream, and vow to change his injurious ways completely. This would be followed by out-of-the-way trips [while on tour] to specialty food stores, the purchasing of high-end, bulky and difficult to transport exercise equipment and, while we were trapped on the tour bus, the Captain would launch into many endless sermons on health. |
