Suicide, Depression And Rock & Freekin' Roll

I guess last nite was the tribute concert fer freekin' Bad Motto Scooter, Ronnie "Freekin" Montrose. It's so sad. Am I at the age (43) where peeps I looked up to growing up are just straight up dieing right now. Last year it was "The first in Rock" Ronnie, this year Montrose and even Dick Clark-he was forever young, not.

I'm at a loss of what to say, which is very rare for me. Montrose committed suicide because he gave in to depression. Can't say I blame him. It's tuff you guys...it's really fuckin' tuff (I'm still in the game, please don't worry). When you add music to the equation...then it's a whole different ballgame.

I'm not old enuff to experience first hand early Montrose, Gamma, and even Haggar. That was more of what my uncles were into. Still, I know the songs. C'mon now "Rock Candy" (I'm your candy baby...I'm hard sweet and sticky) it doesn't get anymore rock and roll than that. The slow drum tempo with the double beat on drums (we all tried to imitate it) and the most powerful of power chords. It's primitive and natural. It was one of my first feelings for music.

It's been a really hard year for me. I haven't played my guitar in months and often times I think about just giving all my equipment away. Summer festival season is upon me and I will have opportunities to go to three day music festivals that put Woodstock to shame (really), but I dunno if I'm going to go. I dunno if I have the heart. Recall the only one I went to last summer was total dookie (I will never never be in that position again). We'll see.

Le sigh.

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