I just finished Scott’s book and I am sad.
I am sad that such a brilliant and creative mind suffered with drug addiction and unhappiness.
But I am in happy awe and gratitude that he was able to create the music he did and share it with the world before his overdose and death.
Sometimes cracking into the imagination comes with high costs. Or sometimes it takes unrelenting dissatisfaction and melancholy to break into the frontiers of artistic creativity.