My friend Jim died today, around 2:00 EST. He'd had cancer for years. It had ripped him a nice hole in his throat, and he had to re-learn how to speak a couple of times, and then, when they took his tongue, he never said another word.
He was very upset that he wouldn't be playing bass this Friday in a friend's band. My wife, who went to school with him, is filling in. Jim insisted he'd be playing that gig, but we all knew he wouldn't. Believe me, we wish he could! But Jim didn't belong on bass, anyway.
He was a hellacious guitar player, and one of my favorites. He was in Dirty Lixx for a short time, as second guitar, but Jim wasn't a second guitar. He was a star. He and I didn't work together that well, as he always threw in notes and sounds that didn't belong in the arrangement, but that's because second guitar was too stifling for him. If he had been our FIRST guitar, he would've worked out fine.
I didn't know him as well as most of the friends that are sad about him today, but I guarantee you, writing that song made me choke up pretty good, and actually giving a damn about him was enough to break through the nasty writer's block I've had for years.
Take care, Jim.
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Originally Posted by obimark
Lesson learned, a lot of people are self-centered and stupid.
What song is it you wanna hear?