Johnny hit a nerve with his many fans. His story kinda rings true of many pained souls that we in the audience (sometimes) worship too much.
Me, I'm thankful I was blessed with a great sense of rhythm melody and harmony, and appreciation of all good music.
I'm more thankful that I wasn't given the almost uncontrollable urge and ego to want to be onstage all the time. That curse makes ordinary living hell.
Oh, it burns, burns burns! The ring of fire! The ring of fire . . . .!