I won’t get into here) Is it one of the demented fans, a repressed roadie, a sociopathic Christian determined to frame the band, or even one of the band themselves? The answer is the stuff of exposition and climax, but ambiguity fuels the fire of misguided fanaticism just fine.
I drink it 'cause I live it man.
With a healthy sense of theological skepticism this simplistic indictment of rock n’ roll doesn’t hold water. Concocted stage personas and outward appearances notwithstanding, a rockstar is still just a regular person. Crediting a musician for soiling the moral fabric of society steps over a very large pile of bullshit lying unaddressed in the middle of the room. Namely, that upon examination their music is usually lousy and/or derivative and/or boring. When one actually hears The Clowns, one quickly realizes that all of their songs (an extrapolation I’ve made based on the fragments of the two they actually play in the film) are predictably self-indulgent and tame rock tunes. Off stage they’re boring and predictably shallow jerks just like you and me; one guy isn’t happy with the direction the band is taking musically, another disapproves of the nasty stage persona, a third is a useless junkie, and every one whiny and self centered. The reality simplydoesn’t jive with the legend.
"Dude,The Clowns are like, a totally complex metaphor for like, the moral struggles of the human spirit."