From the Trenches & Throws Through Puffs & Blows… Alex Ludovico’s “Fame Kills” in his Own Words

December 23, 2011 |  by  |  Music

“The highs, the lows, from the trenches and throws through puffs and blows… Alex Ludovico’s Fame Kills: In His Own Words

Fame Kills was born of drug usage. A lot of it. I had a horrible 2010. I had a dead end job, I was stuck in a even worse relationship, and just generally miserable. So, in order to cope, I turned to drugs. Lots and lots of drugs. Every major drug and few more obscure drugs (2-Ci, 2-ce, and few others). They absolutely solved my problems. I was going out, having fun, or being able to relax whenever I felt like it. I reached new levels of thought and made new synapses. Yet, they also started to ravage my body. They turned me into a monster, and they made my already terrible relationship even worse. Then, in a rare moment of clarity at the time, I realized that no one in hip-hop had every TRULY taken the time to document the way drugs have good and bad attached with them. Usually in my chosen genre, artists tend to have very one-sided discussion about things. So my entire goal was to get both the good and the bad. The first half of the record (Tracks 1-5) are the “Cocaine” side of the album. I sound confident. Its full of boasts and brags and just general fun. The second half of the record (Tracks 6-11) are the “Heroin” side of the album. On that I deal with the downs. I’m miserable. The drugs are making me physically ill. I can’t keep my relationship happy. Just a general sadness hangs over the tracks. Also, I made it a point to not have an overlying theme of “don’t do drugs.” There is no moral, no happy ending. I haven’t exactly quit doing drugs, so why would I go out of my way to gloss over things? I left it open-ended in the event that I decide to revisit theme. Also, I prefer the listener take away their own conclusion as far as what happens with me.

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About the author

A product of 1987, Baltimore, Atlanta, DC, Manhattan, London, and American pop culture; supplementary to scribing, I'm a Master's candidate by occupation, drummer by passion, and culture vulture by necessity. I freelance life.


 

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