AKA ‘LIVES RUINED BY MUSIC’.
Seriously, I’m going to vent. And yeah, I’m as wet behind the ears as the next guy. But, something happened which has made me go over a lot of things I’ve either witnessed first or second hand, or been a party to, since I started playing in bands.
I think this would be a cool thread for everyone to relate their own experiences. Mine is going to start off on a negative as all fuck tangent. But whatever. I really feel like venting somewhere I can do it relatively anonymously.
I saw this article in the news about a month ago after a massive accident not far from where I study. I remember on the day the roads being completely stuffed and traffic being fucko wazoo, with this as the reason- please take the time to watch it- it pretty much sets up for where this story is headed. http://www.smh.com.au/victoria/motorcyclist-injured-following-police-chase-through-fitzroy-20110609-1fu3k.html
I found out today, nearly a month later, that the 22 year old in question was the drummer for my first band. We were fucking close and I’ve spent most of this evening in tears, while he’s spent the past month in a coma- I found out from our old bassist though, that he may have woken up in as many days. Either way, flying 15 metres headfirst into a pole with enough force to shatter the helmet is going to do some damage.
This was a guy who was pretty intelligent, streetwise and funny without letting everyone know about it. I don’t think he once lied to me in my life. But, he had another side to him that as far as I’m concerned, was spawned by his old man, the dickheads around him and his own actions. Long story short, he started to get into the nightclub culture and the drugs that came with it. As for the ‘dickheads’, one of them whom he grew up with was born on the same day as me and spent his 21st birthday in prison. I turned 23 just the other day, and my friend will be turning 23 after a month on life support and having just come out of a coma.
Anyway, these factors triggered a lot of shit within him and led to a lot of problems. It was a real shame, because much as this was a ‘joke’ song, this thing we recorded at 15 year old in one take with no edits completely live would only have been made possible with http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3yfChzdCs4.
Me and him were closest out of everyone in the band. We’d sit around calling everyone a faggot and beating the shit out of each other when we weren’t. But we were mates. We had similar demons, but unfortunately, he let his get the better of him. I tried my best to keep him into it, but I just got disappointed every time I did. You’d organise a jam hoping it’d spark something again, but he’d either forget and not even be present at his own house or just cancel at the last minute. Funny thing was, he was intensely apologetic each time.
But I’ll say this much- we were young, but we went through a lot of shit. He definitely put up with a lot from me, as did everyone else involved. But, he was still faithful to it until the fire simply burnt out. Even when I thought it was beyond hope, he managed to get himself to my 21st birthday and play all the old songs we did as teenagers for the first time in 5 years and played like a fucking demon. I’m amazed moreso that it happened given the bassist and I were not on speaking terms for 3 years and the hate in that band got beyond personal at some points. It was a shame, because we were starting to get some radio interest with that R2D2 song and getting gigs left right and centre, and then we fucked it.
I don’t know what my mate’s current condition is. All I know is I hope to fuck that it helps him turn his life around and gets him back behind the kit, where he belongs, bashing the fuck out of it.
And yeah, before anyone points out that he did ride a stolen motorbike, lead the cops on a chase and nearly kill a mother and 2 year old, I’m well aware of how fucked up all of those things are and my sadness is countered by just as much anger and frustration that his actions got to this point. Just please remember the person behind the story. It’s not as simple as the story makes it seem. It’s absolute sadness for everyone involved and it’d be heartless not to recognise that.
So… that’s the first story.
There’s plenty more, but too much to type in this post. I’m tired and just spent by this whole thing. You know what’s fucked up? Watching videos of our gigs and there’s one where we’re sharing the mic, calling out his name during a drum solo while 200 people cheer as we say it, sharing drinks together… that’s fucking hard to watch and think about the way things have turned out. That’s probably multiplied by 1000x for his parents, family, and anyone else who watched him grow up.