It was a great fucking time.
All caught up.
Chris Cornell died. I love his voice. That we still have. I'm sorry for his family, though.
When a musician dies I always think about my friends who make music and get a little scared for them.
Not exactly the healthiest lifestyle, you know?
Then I think about Jason Isbell. He got sober and fixed his life.
I don't know what killed Cornell. It's not any of my, or your business.
I just know that being a rockstar can lead to a rockstar lifestyle and sobriety can save that life.
I am going to post my favorite Chris Cornell song at the end of this, but I put on Southeastern as soon as I read he died.
At the end of the first night in London a friend wondered aloud to me, it must be really hard on nights like tonight where everyone is drunk.
I looked around and breathed it all in.
Not even a little.
I know if I was drinking I would likely be the one ruining an amazing night. The kind of night you want time to stop for just a little while longer.
No, Craig, nights like tonight make me so fucking happy not to drink so I won't miss a fucking moment of it. Is what I wish I'd said.
TGB's tattoo artist is a Cornell fan. We commiserated over our love of that fucking voice while he was working on her back piece. The next time we came in he handed me a bootleg of a Swedish concert Cornell did.
We will always have the music.
Postscript - I am not pretending to know what killed CC. It's just that my mind goes to things like OD and addiction whenever someone in his position dies prematurely. It was more a train of thought post than an actual thought piece on the actual events of his life/death.