Asking Alexandria frontman
Danny Worsnop has posted an
excerpt from his forthcoming book,
Am I Insane?
I actually read this excerpt, though I must admit that I'm left scratching my head a bit. He writes as if he's been a superstar for decades: "I entered this world kicking and screaming, knowing nothing of how fucking important my being alive was going to be to so many people."
How fucking important are you, Danny? I have no idea. Certainly more important than I, but certainly less humble.
Perhaps he does have decades of mileage:
Now, at the age of 21, I have toured the world and sang my songs to enough people to populate a small country. I've overcome a cocaine addiction that should've killed me and alcoholism that almost did. I've loved, lost and loved again. In fact, I've fallen in love with almost as many women as I've fallen into bed with and we will for now, just file that under the category of "HOW MANY?!"
I mean, this guy has a right to put out any book he desires, and I'm sure thousands of people will read it. There's just no way that a 21 year-old can write a book pondering his own existence in such narcissistic terms and not sound like, well, a narcissist.
Here's a telling passage:
These days, I reside happily in my Brobdingnagian world of beautiful music, beautiful women and a beautiful bank account, but it wasn't always so… My family was a completely ordinary one. Average money, average house, average cars, average grades, average life… Average… If there's one thing I've grown to detest more than anything else on this celestial orb we call home, it's 'average.' Don't get me wrong, I wish not for a past riddled with poverty, but there is nothing more dull and uninspiring than 'average' and anyone who has experienced it in large doses will verify that in a heartbeat.
So how, out of such ordinariness, did I become something so spectacularly not average and ordinary?
What the hell happens in brain, in my DNA, in my very soul, that separated me from everything I was expected to be?
These are questions that will be pondered by many great minds for many years to come. Or not.
