In 2018 rap artist Mac Miller, whose real name is Malcolm James McCormick.. died of an accidental drug overdose. It was a bizarre set of events… when the paramedics arrived Miller had been dead for hours… and the entire house was made clean so that when L.A. police investigated there was no sign of foul play or evidence to put the events all together. The 26-year-old Miller was at his creative peak when he passed. The L.A. County Coroners Office confirmed that Fentanyl,cocaine and alcohol were found in his system. Fentanyl is a synthetic opioid.. 30 times more powerful than heroin! It’s one of the deadliest drugs associated with the ongoing opioid crisis and the leading cause of accidental overdose deaths; even surpassing heroin. In the past few years alone, fentanyl has killed a number of high profile musicians including Prince, Tom Petty and Lil Peep; who all died under similar circumstances to Miller.
One thing was for sure… Miller had been suffering from serious depression. His tumultuous relationship with pop diva, Ariana Grande had come to a halt due to his drug addiction. He did seek help but Miller struggled with substance abuse throughout his life and had spoken openly about it. His early career was marked by a dependence on “lean” — a mixture of promethazine and codeine — though he was able to kick the habit for a short time he continued to have bouts of addicion.He had started drinking again leading to a DUI arrest. According to the autopsy, a bottle of alcohol, a bottle of prescription pills and a “white, powdery substance” were all found in Miller’s home after his death.
According to witness statements in the autopsy report, Miller was last seen by his assistant around 10:30 p.m. on September 6th and spoke to his mother on the phone that night. It was only when the assistant arrived the next morning — he typically woke Miller at 11:30 a.m. — and discovered Miller’s body that anyone close to him knew something was wrong.
It is to his great credit that he became more compelling the further his career progressed. He would have made millions if he had stayed true to his humble teenage beginnings as Pittsburgh’s sauciest white boy since Terry Bradshaw. But rather than remain a torchbearer for frat rap, Miller dedicated his adult years to the earnest expansion and refinement of his artistic vision as rapper, producer, and, eventually, singer.
His final album, “Circles”, was not just another rap record made by a rapper on drugs…It was far more musical than syncopated chatter. At times it’s slow- paced but hardly a slog; it is buoyed by infectious grooves spanning rap, funk, and trip-hop, as well as Miller’s surprising emotional clarity and depth. You feel him sharing his amends.