Joseph Brooks, an Academy Award winning songwriter, was found dead in his NYC Upper East Side apartment Sunday afternoon in an apparent suicide. He was famous for writing the 1977 Oscar-winning song, "You Light Up My Life."
According to the Associated Press, Brooks, 73, "was discovered slumped over on a couch in the den, fully-clothed, with a plastic dry-cleaning bag around his head and a towel wrapped around his neck," police spokesperson Paul Browne told the AP. "A hose attached to a helium tank was hooked up to the bag; a three-page suicide note included." No details on the context of the letter have been released.
In 2009, the late musician pled not guilty to over 90 charges of rape, sexual assault, and sexual abuse, and was still awaiting trial on the allegations. The AP writes: "Prosecutors say he lured most of the women to his apartment through an online ad offering auditions for a movie role, then sexually assaulted them after making them drink apparently drugged wine as part of an "acting exercise."
Monday, May 23, 2011
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Weirdest bit of the whole story is the quote from Brooks' neighbor (in the Gawker story), "I'd see all these beautiful women coming out of his apartment and say, 'I'm better looking than him!'" -- Seriously? That's what you thought? And that seems to you like a good thing to tell the reporter who's writing up this guy's perversion and suicide?
Hey, it could have been HIM drugging and raping those girls and getting caught and committing suicide! Also with the murderer son.
A hose attached to a helium tank was hooked up to the bag
And everyone else in Hell will make fun of him for his squeaky voice, for eternity.
The murdering son was the cherry on top of the very creepy sundae.
A hose attached to a helium tank was hooked up to the bag
Was this guy the inspiration for the character of Frank Booth? Geez Louise.
Why does this not surprise me?
Sadly, my immediate thought on seeing the words "helium tank" was "tape-recorded suicide message read in a Chipmunks voice". We are all horrible people.
But mostly you. I would say Substance too, but he has dolls on his blog.
Bad people. Yeah. Yeah, I guess we are.
See, I gotta get honest here.
Over the last four decades or so, I've had at least a hundred women come over to my place, whereupon I gave them some drugs and had sex with them.
In a deeply ironic twist, I quaintly referred to this nefarious practice as 'dating'...
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