Completely agreed!
If chained to some obsessi-moooooo, The King most probably would've given himself the "Kurt Cobain"style-exit, instead of overdosing as he did.
And, being a passionate musician myself, I would like to expand these statements to female artists/musicians as well, not only dudes.
Because loaves, along with the gross, noisy, time-, cash- and energy-consuming shitfacts they drag along,
inevitably brutally murder the mind and freedom-based lifestyle that is required for producing art of any kind.
I've seen it happen. Live and in color.
I play in 5 bands and an orchestra, and I've seen how 2 band members and many orchestra people degrade after loaving.
Cool, creative, interesting and reliable musicians transformed into unreliable, money-hungry, empty-minded ZOMBIES with
bovine looks on their faces and no other stuff in the head than "bayyybeeeehhh".
Even yesterday, ONE DAY BEFORE A GIG (today) one of these breeder bastards let down our band. Now we have to struggle with one guitar and
can't play one entire, really cool 7 min track, because His Breeder ASShighness "needs" to be with the bayyybeeeh.
No thanks. Fuck these bastards, and fuck sluicing.
To sum it up: It's NOT "being taken away from fambleeeh" that kills a musician. HAVING a fambleeeh kills a musician.
Maybe not an instant kill in a physical way (sometimes it is a factor: remember Kurt Cobain), but psychologically for sure.
And a little exception from the post above - mashed peas are yum. Especially with indian spices
And RIP, Elvis. Ya may have lived short, but sure lived properly.