I've known too many musicians in my life to feel sorry for one like Amy Winehouse. They jump into stuff that I told them to investigate first and they didn't listen. The result is that they're dead and I'm not. I was in a band where a big fan of ours was also a cokehead. He supplied us with all the coke we wanted for free. He would call us over to his house to do coke with him--absolutely free. I took a look at my guitarist and I thought, "He'll let this asshole ruin his life and I have no intention of becoming a cokehead." I stopped talking to the guy--period. I stopped having anything to do with him. When my guitarist wanted to know why, I told him, "Because he's ruining himself on that crap and he'll ruin you too if you let him." I didn't try to talk him out of hanging out with the guy because it wouldn't do any good. I told him what I thought and he could act as he saw fit. After a couple more months he admitted he had to stop hanging out with the guy because he was getting hooked on that crap. But he had that personality like Winehouse and a few years later ended up a delerious alcoholic in the hospital anyway.

Some people have no sense. You have to police yourself. If you can't, well, I guess that's too bad. I've met too many people with these addictive personalities and I'm sick of it. If you're killing yourself and you know you're killing yourself then I don't have time to waste crying crocodile tears over you. Maybe you could be considerate enough not to put those that love you through this misery. I don't want to hear about your personal bullshit demons. We all have them--what makes yours so much more important than mine that you have to go killing yourself over it and make me miserable at your death? Get a fucking grip.