re: https://feedbackdef.substack.com/p/why-does-the-hotel-trashing-rock
I’ve often tried to imagine what it would feel like to have the next several years of your life scheduled, like getting stuck on a ride spinning ever more rapidly to the point where it’s too scary to jump off — all because you were successful at achieving a goal most people can only dream of. If success becomes a cage, the hotel room is as good a target as any for clanging against the bars of that cage (to no avail, of course).
I remember reading Avicii's biography where it's mentioned that his chronic tardiness felt like the only thing he could control in his life while on tour. He'd stay in bed until it was time for him to be on stage and then finally start taking a shower.