Thanks to for breaking the news to me.
I am really pissed off about this. Why does this keep happening? What has gone wrong with us that we find the need to be so totally self destructive? What has gone wrong with us that our friends and family let us drift off into that and sit at home alone with grams of heroin and bottles of alcohol and a frame of mind that would have killed Sylvia Plath earlier in the game?
Why is it that the majority of people who have influenced my life have died already, most of them dying young? George Gelestino of Vinyl Ink records died this past week, too. Vinyl Ink was always one of my favorite DC area record stores (Phantasmagoria being my favorite), the hell with Yesterday & Today and DCCD. Even after Vinyl Ink became mail order only, it continued to be my favorite local place to get music. Growing up it was the second nearest place I could go where I felt like I could really talk to the people there (Phantas was the first). While I liked Phantas more because it was closer and the patrons less snobby, and in 1996 Bobby and Ruth Rencher (the owners) expanded to become a nightclub and a restaurant as well (ideas after my own heart!), Vinyl Ink carried more less known, \’underground\’ music. It was because of talking to the people there that I discovered Rabbit In The Moon, Siouxsie Sioux, Sonic Youth, Bratmobile and so much more. Christ.
Note to everyone: stop fucking dying, stop giving up on life. If you do not like it, then fucking well change it, but do not give up on it. It is all we have.