Wow. This is a bummer. I met him once in Chicago at a friend's bar, the L & L tavern, that he did a feature on. Very sad about this. Demons can be hard to shake.
His monologues in "No Reservations" were insightful and affected my own views. I'll always appreciate him for that.
Rest in peace Anthony. His struggle is over.
Its his family that I feel sympathy for. One of his last works was a cookbook he wrote with his 9 year old daughter as the taster and food critic. She'd be 10 or 11 by now.
His monologues in "No Reservations" were insightful and affected my own views. I'll always appreciate him for that.
Rest in peace Anthony. His struggle is over.
Its his family that I feel sympathy for. One of his last works was a cookbook he wrote with his 9 year old daughter as the taster and food critic. She'd be 10 or 11 by now.
I really enjoyed his work, but a few years ago he started to get involved in some real dreck that I had a hard time reconciling with his essence. It seemed to me that he kind of sold out for the bucks or fame. Worst among them was the simply terrible celebrity chef judged "The Taste". I was really taken aback that he would be happy with such a fluff ball of a show and now I think that he might have felt it too. I found his work overall to be very insightful and sensed in him a kindred spirit. He inspired me in the way he lived his life despite the time he wasted on poor choices and dead ends and yet found a way to turn it to his advantage by owning them rather than just mea culpaing the whole thing away. The time he spent as a junkie and an addict wasn't something he was just willing to sweep away, he allowed it to remain a part of himself and one could always sense that the man had lived through great pain and yet did not see it as something to turn his back on. He understood that pain and beauty often originate in the same things and he shared them both with us.
His death makes me very sad today, especially the way it happened. If he had just died in his sleep it would have been one thing, but him taking his own life hits pretty hard.
There is a part in one of his books where he spoke about being in a car with some friends, all heroin abusers and hearing on the radio or some such that one in ten heroin users would escape the drug. He said he knew without a doubt that he was that one and it meant that his friends likely were not. Been there. Felt that. Miss you all.
"I'm worth a million in prizes
Yeah I'm through with sleeping on the
Sidewalk - no more beating my brains
No more beating my brains
With the liquor and drugs
With the liquor and drugs"