4 Dec 2015

Scott Weiland 1967-2015


Groucho Marks once said; the secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made.

I think often times writers, poets perhaps more so, write in this abstract way that while revealing what they want to say – at the same time hides many things about them. I know I do. And so it is in life, where you allow people into your world, exposing elements of who you are and also why you are who you are. Unless you are lucky enough to meet the right one - most people will never know the whole reason that you are ‘you’.

But every now and then in the reality of the bright day sunlight, you take the risk and release a personal part of yourself out into the world. Hence the year I had red hair exactly like the photo above.

I do however see these moments as extremely relevant to our growth as individuals. Those few times in life when you just throw it out there and admit – I want to be like this guy. I want to do what they do. And so you begin to mirror the details that could have helped start them on their road; the shirt, the hair, the expressions and body language. It’s immature, and probably something we shouldn’t really entertain after age 13, but I guess most people my age, whether they’d admit it or not, are in a perpetual state of childhood, at least to some degree.

So here I am today waking up to the news that one of ‘my guys’ has died. One sewn through the embroidery of my early 20’s. From friendships through relationships, from drunk parties to solitude. All in all a damn big chunk of life while I was becoming ‘me’. And already the headlines are written before the body goes under – that it is no surprise. That the drugs were always going to take him. Well, maybe. Maybe not. But this isn’t a eugoogly for a junkie. (yes eugoogly).

I had to write something. Not to let people know what I think, or share thoughts and feelings. But to say I have the strength now, in the most positive way, to not care what people think. And part of that, a large part, is due to Scott Weiland. There are others - their names would fit on the back of a matchbook – that still contribute. But losing one that meant so much has kind of broken me today. I got a message while writing this, saying ‘be careful of your heart today. The sun’s out and that makes it hard too…’

This is true. The cold blue December sky reminds me of driving, singing Plush full volume.
At least I can still, always do that.