No words... numb.
I knew from the beginning that it was the end. Statistically, logically, it's the only conclusion possible. What kind of Life would it be? And would it be a Life? Probably not.
Another tragedy through drugs is a sad way to go, but it's Rock 'N' Roll, so what the fuck. PFR, right? No it's not. Fuck you! It fucking sucks and I fucking hate it. Gawd damn it...
But when you get right down to it, it doesn't fucking matter the how's and why's of how he died, what matters is the Legacy he leaves behind, with everyone he met and touched having nothing but kind, heartfelt words about the man. It won't be like that for you or me when we pass away, that's for damn sure. I don't know a drummer anywhere who watched Brandon play and wasn't completely impressed right out of their shorts by him. I stood there completely floored and flabbergasted while watching him play, and always walked away from a Teenage Bottlerocket gig feeling less of a drummer than when I walked in. Easily one of the best drummers I've ever seen in my Life, and I've seen some of the best drummers ever play, so make of that what you will. I make an effort to tell those around me how I feel about them all the time, because unfortunately I know just how fragile the gift of Life is, and I don't wanna die without them knowing exactly how much I love them and how I really feel about them, and something like this is the reason why. Nothing is guaranteed. Tomorrow sometimes doesn't come for some of us. My deepest and most heartfelt condolences to the Teenage Bottlerocket family and friends and fans of the band. This is such a fucked up situation. I don't even know what else to say. Gawd dammit...