Yesterday was fun. But today is a day of remembering. A year ago today, the world lost an icon, and I lost my hero. Mitch and Suicide Silence was the first real band of their genre I got into. Something about them intrigued me and I wanted more. Before I knew it, I owned their merch and all of their albums. When I was in the midst of my depression, Suicide Silence would be my muse when I was at my worst. I listened to them because I knew they were important to me and what would eventually sculpt the person I am today. I watched many interviews with Suicide Silence, and I saw how the whole band was filled with nice guys who just wanted to make people happy. I met Mitch two years ago, at Mayhem Fest. I met the whole band. They talked to me like I was another human like them, and Mitch talked to me about seeing me in the pit and crowd surfing, and how he thought I was a cool person. Whether that was genuine or if he said that to anyone is besides the point. He saw me, recognized me, and acknowledged me. We fist bumped and I went about my business, my heart thumping wildly the rest of the show. Many people may see as Mitch as another dead musician, and Suicide Silence as just another metal band. But I see Suicide Silence as inspiration, and Mitch as the mold of the image Id create for myself. RIP Mitch Lucker. You will be missed.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 11:07:46 +0000