Sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. Ian Dury forgot one thing: food.
Every musician likes food–making it, eating it, avoiding it, owning it. Possibly due to their excessive devotion to the aforementioned Holy Trinity of Bacchus, the most obsessed relish an unholy brew of sleep deprivation, delusions of grandeur and of course, booze and pill-addled guts. But when it’s all said and done, they still need a taste of something wholesome (or just whole). Or maybe these dilettantes just enjoy putting strange things in their mouths.
Some roll down the crazy-ass diet path, like Beyonce. She isn’t the only musical devotee of the Master Cleanse, but she’s definitely the most outspoken (most would shy away from blabbing about how they consume nothing but water, maple syrup, cayenne pepper and lemon for weeks on end, but Sasha Fierce likes to keep it real). For coverage of her ridiculous scale-tipping roller-coaster ride, check out Australia’s The Age.
Others have relationships with food that are as complex and ultimately sad as Lindsay Lohan’s love triangle du jour: Kings of Leon’s Caleb Followill struggled for years with anorexia, something I wouldn’t expect from a guy who spent his childhood on the road with itinerant Pentecostal preacher dad. A pampered NYC Gossip Boy, maybe, but a rough and tumble Southerner? Not so much. But Followill may just be the most visible victim of a silent epidemic sweeping the indie world: An interesting piece over at the Huffington Post argues that emaciated indie stars are launching a rash of eating disorders in guys.
And some are so obsessed with food they feel compelled to become restaurateurs in order to push their various insidious dietary agendas on a drooling public and fanbase (Moby’s teany vegan café, Justin Timberlake’s decidedly non-vegan meat fest, Southern Hospitality BBQ, Iron Maiden’s Nicko McBrain’s Rock N Roll Ribs). While their fans may love the posh noshes, food critics at The New York Times aren’t as eager to jump on the food bandwagon.
But only the truly obsessed actually name themselves after comestibles. Here’s to Neutral Milk Hotel, Iron and Wine, Cake, Moldy Peaches, Peaches, Appleseed Cast and Sugar, all leading the way to a yummier and more delicious-sounding tomorrow.
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