Being a bona fide fucking rock star is tiring. All the adoring fans, the high demand for a banger show every single night, the vintage gear (read: old and shitty), the steady stream of quality tunes required, and looking cool each and every time you do anything public? Exhausting. Bodega to get some milk? Out of toilet paper? Meet the Grubhub guy in the vestibule? Better look like Lemmy or you just stepped out of a boutique in Soho and pretty much nothing in between.