RECORD STORE TALES #924: FU!
What is anger? One of the most powerful of the human emotions. It can take over your rational mind, but it is just a mask for what is really going on in your head. Grief, frustration, loss of control…these can all manifest as anger.
Right now, I am angry.
I’m processing a lot of information. Earlier this week, we lost Joey Jordison of Slipknot, younger than me at age 46. Before that it was Mike Howe of Metal Church at age 55, not much older than I am. I didn’t let these deaths affect me. I didn’t let the losses in. Ignored and plowed forward. Sometimes you can handle the shit, sometimes you can’t. A little bit of denial got me through the days.
Then we lost Don Simmons of Helix. This one stung because Don’s sister is a long time family friend. We’ve known her…what, 35 years? 40? In fact she was going to hook me up with Don for an interview. Don was 64 and now things were hitting close to home.
Then it was ZZ Top’s Dusty Hill. Just as long as we’ve known Don’s sister, Dusty Hill has been singing me the blues. Rocking blues actually, but Dusty and ZZ Top have been a part of my life for so long. Most of my life. ZZ Top have been a standby. Great tunes when I needed them, on demand, when I had the blues or needed a kick. Dusty’s gone.
And then, mere hours after Dusty, as if the world needed another kick in the balls, an old friend of mine lost his wife. Age 40. Multiple sclerosis. And they are good people. They did nothing to deserve this. I worked with him several years ago, but we kept in touch. Good by, from Newfoundland, who loves AC/DC and Sloan. And his wife. She was inspiring. Those of us touched by neurological disorders tend to feel a bond. Whether it’s epilepsy or MS, there are many shared experiences. I always felt like we had this in common; that we were the loving supporters of our sick wives. So stuff like this, it hits home. Hard. I was sad when he moved out to Fort McMurray. I can’t imagine what he’s going through now. I don’t want to.
What is my anger masking? Fear. Grief. Confusion. And I’m going to have to deal with them eventually.
For my friend, in indescribably pain, a song by his favourite band. No grief here, just rock. I’m thinking of you. This one’s for you man.