Thursday, December 09, 2004

"Dimebag" Darrell Lance Abbott Aug. 20, 1966 - Dec. 8, 2004

so once again i find myself awakening to the news of a musician's death.

when i was being weened off the expired breast milk of modern rock and pop music, Pantera was one of the many bands (maybe the leaders of the pack) that lurred me away from the hyper-sexual sinking ship of bland radio hits. along with Slayer, Fear Factory, Sepultura, and a few others, Pantera pointed me in the direction that would lead to the discovery of many of many forms of Underground music (i might never have discovered the poetic nihilsm of Eyehategod if i had not heard testimonials from the less enlightened Pantera listeners about how they were "slow and shitty").

Far Beyond Driven, the Great Southern Trendkill, these were the albums that showed me there was indeed music heavier and angrier than Nine Inch Nails. i of course later discovered that there was music heavier and angrier than Pantera, but those ablums along with a select few random tracks from the band's catalouge still ignite some sort of primitive, drunken 16 year old, buried inside for the last few years by sheets of attempted literacy and expanding musical desires and boredoms.

now the man responsible for the chunks and squeals of "Becoming" is dead, shot point blank for no real reason.

this isn't Elvis Presley having a heart attack on the crapper from all the pills and fried penut butter clogging his artieries. this isn't Layne Staley rotting in his apartment for 2 weeks after 10 years of heroin abuse. those are indeed tragic, but they were expected. it's like Hamlet, you know the people are going to die. there's just an aura of shit surrounding them and eventually it's going to strangle them to death. those were tragic in the sense that we were watching flesh slowly rot away and there was nothing we could do about it.

this is different. Dimebag was shot. on stage while getting ready to play music that he loved. it's like Animal House if John Belushi suddenly got gun downed by Flounder in the middle of saying "To-GA! To-GA!". as far as i can tell, Dimebag Darrell never hurt anybody. he always seemed to be the fun loving metal dude who liked beers and guitars. truth be told, i wasn't a fan of the last Pantera album, nor was i into Damageplan, but that is beside the point.

a guy got shot. a guy who loved to play music was gunned down as he got ready to share his enthusiasm with people who share that same passion.

there are so many people in this world who day after fucking day don't do a goddamn thing for anyone or anything. whose speech patterns are a never ending shit list of misdirected hate and irrelevant negativity. people who don't have the guts to really love something, have passion for something, so they cloak themselves in false irony and sarcastic retorts. as far as i can tell, Darrel Abbot was not one of those people. my love for Pantera's music has faded a little over the years, but this is not a fitting end for the man at all, shot to death @ 38 years old. someday maybe things will turn around and the people really deserving of hot bullets being violently shoved into their skin will get just that. until then, i say Rest In Peace you crazy red bearded Diamond.

"Dimebag" Darrell Lance Abbott Aug. 20, 1966 - Dec. 8, 2004

"Take Us With the Floods"

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