Right, this is just something I've always felt inside, but its never been relevant enough to just say, so I'm gonna just say it here.
My hero is Buckethead.
For those that don't know, Buckethead is a musical artist who suffers from severe autism and bi-polar disorder.
He has no family. One car accident took his parents and sibling(s) away, he was sent to live with his Aunt Suzie, who died of cancer before he turned 20.
Due to his autism, he can't stand playing guitar without a bucket on his head. He seriously can't play without it, there are clips of him literally just stopping everything when the bucket fell off his head.
He hates the concept of fame and doesn't like people. No-one other than his manager and close friends know what he looks like, since he performs in a white plastic mask.
He releases his albums in Japan, performing live there and in the US. Nowhere else.
Most of his songs have no lyrics - at all. Not a word.
Yet I - a teenager in a relatively small island, suffering from asperger's and often failing to see life's meaning - can know his name. His greatest weakness is his strength. He got all the pluses of fame - people loving your work, being touched by your music, and even making money for it, yet not being stopped on the street by a screaming fanboy begging for his autograph.
The man plays what he wants. He doesn't care about audience. He just fucking plays. He is my hero and his music always makes me blub. and I have no soul.
YouTube - Whitewash - Buckethead
YouTube - Buckethead- For mom
YouTube - Buckethead - Jump Man
YouTube - Buckethead - The Cobra's Hood
I know very few actually care - but this man is walking inspiration.
He's my inspiration.