I can't remember the last time I cried. Not to sound uber-manly or anything, but I think it may have been a few years ago when we had a death in the neighborhood. That was, up until about 5 minutes ago.
I was dicking around on my phone and happened to catch Wolfgang Van Halen's Instagram post the minute he posted it. His dad died. His dad, of course, is Eddie Van Halen. Think what you want, but an enormous part of my life just died. No, I didn't know him personally or anything. Doesn't matter. I remember when Joey and Dee Dee and Johnny all passed away...when Lemmy died at 70...when Malcolm lost his battle with dementia a few years ago. All tough losses. All musical heroes of mine. But Ed's is striking me a little differently. Maybe it's the current state of the world stacking up on me and this was the straw that broke the camel's back. Maybe it's Lou Brock, RBG, Gibby, all in the last few weeks...now this. Naw, this strikes me because I grew up with Van Halen. It's an enormous part of my life--always has been. Eddie's the best. Van Halen is the best. Today sucks. Starting very shortly, I'll be neck deep in a bottle, listening to Van Halen's entire catalog, YouTubing old concerts from the early 80s, texting with my buddies that shared the same love of the band. Without Van Halen, my life wouldn't have been near as cool as it's been to this point. Rest easy, Ed.
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