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| Fucked up. |
| 12.08.04 (7:30 pm) [edit] |
Seriously, I have no idea who would ever want to do something like this, but, ladies and gentlemen, Dimebag Darrell has left the building.
Forget about a reunion tour. Forget about remade hits cds. At 10pm tonight, some fucktard ran up on stage, and shot and killed one of the coolest guitarists of the times. He also shot six other people, two of those six died. In the words of my brother, "Fucktard is too weak of a term."
It's weird to know someone who died. It's weirder when it's a personal hero. I never cared much for his music, but I loved reading his interviews. This is the man who taught me a pentatonic scale. This is the man who validated my self-isolation by saying "[Rockstars] were all outcasts and geeks once. Look at us now."
Known by millions, loved by thousands, practiced (or at least viewed in awe) by many, many young guitar students. Like me. The man was a master of his hands, making clear, clean presision when the music around him was distorted chaos. Often times, I wanted to shut out the rest of Pantera (and later DamagePlan) just so that I could disect the solos, like a frog in a biology course. Much like he will be when he gets to the morgue.
Class, this is Darrell. He used to be a musician. He ate mostly fast food and drank mostly alcohol. The tour bus was his main habitat, though he prefered the comfort of his personal home. He was known to have performed the act of mating nightly. Now, watch as I make a laceration down the center of the chest...
Fucktards. Morons with guns shooting up clubs. Killing people who have done something. It wouldn't bother me if it was just another welfare slimeball whose only activity was activly doing nothing. Who fucked to fuck. Who brought children into this world to make them sleep in the feces of their thousands of animals whose cages are never cleaned. No. This fucktard killed a man who was known. Who came from that and made himself something.
Is this what's in store for me? I think. God, I hope not. Is this what's going to happen? I'm working so hard so that I can get killed playing in a club doing what I love?
God, I hope not.
--Avarice
[i]How about psycho, sadistic sonofabitch?[/i]
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posted by: misskendy (reply)
post date: 12.08.04 (9:08 pm)
RIP Dimebag..
Sorry I had to be the bearer of bad news avvy.
posted by: sephorith (reply)
post date: 12.09.04 (2:13 am)
holy fuck....
thats fucked up....
posted by: newbie (reply)
post date: 12.09.04 (10:29 am)
holy damn, that is fucked up.
posted by: spike (reply)
post date: 12.10.04 (7:16 am)
RIP dimebag we will all love till the day we die peace and fuck that twat who killed one of the greatest guitarists of all time R I P
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