scagli a écrit :
enjoy a écrit :
c'est vrai que c'est dingue comme morrisson, janis joplin, kurt cobain ,lane stayley....c'est incroyable quand même...
C'est en fait etrange...peut être que c'est le destin des génies....
je pense pas, mozart il est mort de maladie, d'une infection meme, les autres entre la drogue qui je rapelle n'est pas trop bonne pour la santé et le dévoleppement de dépressions ou aide à se suicider ( non pas de débat! ) voilà c'est pas un destin, c'est les circonstances de la vie et son mode de vie, einstein est pas mort à 27 ans, et hendrix ne serait pas mort si l'ambulancier connaissait son boulot et robert johnson c'est qu'il a fait cocu un mec enfin c'est la légende alors je vois pas le destin là dedans.
l'emposonnement à la strichnine de Robert Johnson, ne fait pas partie de la légende, mais de la triste réalité... (sorry en Anglais)...
et à ne pas oublier : Eddie Cochran mort à 21 ans, Buddy Holly à 22 ans... Stevie Ray vaughan n'avait qu'une trentaine d'années aussi...
Voila la fin de Robert Johnson :
There was a great deal of music and dancing that night, what with a great Delta guitarist and an exemplary harmonicist in attendance, both of whom sang and played their own brand of Delta blues. One can imagine that there was a great deal of good-natured musical rivalry going on, too, but as the evening progressed, a different, less good-natured form of rivalry reared its ugly head.
From all reports, Robert, as he was wont to do, began displaying his attraction to the lady he had been seeing during his time in the locale. He may not have known, nor probably would it have mattered to him, that she was the houseman's wife.
Sonny Boy had been keeping an eye on the evening's proceedings. He had noticed both the attraction Robert displayed for the lady, as well as the marked tension on the countenances of certain persons in the house. He knew that it was a potentially explosive predicament. He was ready.
And so, during a break in the music, Robert and Sonny Boy were standing together when someone brought Robert an open half-pint of whiskey. As Robert was about to drink from it, Sonny Boy knocked it out of his hand and it broke against the ground. Sonny admonished him, "Man, don't never take a drink from a open bottle. You don't know what could be in it." Robert, in turn, retorted, "Man, don't never knock a bottle of whisky outta my hand." And so it was. When a second open bottle was brought to Johnson. Sonny could only stand by, watch, and hope.
It wasn't too long after Robert returned to his guitar that he soon could no longer sing. Sonny took up the slack for him with his voice and harmonica, but after a bit, Robert stopped short in the middle of a number and got up and went outside. He was sick and before the night was over, he was displaying definite signs of poisoning; he was out of his mind. It seems the houseman's jealousy finally got the best of him and someone laced Robert's whisky with strychnine. It got the best of Robert, too!
He was young and virile enough to withstand the poisoning, though, and he made it through the next couple of weeks. Eventually, he was removed from his room in the "Baptist Town" section of Greenwood to a private home on the "Star of the West" plantation, where he recieved round-the-clock attention... but it was already too late. He lay deathly ill and in his weakened condition, he apparently contracted pneumonia (for which there was no cure prior to 1946), and succumbed on Tuesday, August 16, 1938.
A gentleman is someone who knows how to play the banjo... but doesn't !
