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Post by soulgruv on Apr 2, 2008 0:16:01 GMT -5
I do find it strange that anyone can have feelings for someone they don't know personally. I suppose it is similar giving to a charity or otherwise helping someone you don't know. We all have a natural capacity to feel for others and have some feelings for or about them. I'm sad he's gone, and at the time I felt worse because I had just started sobriety a few months prior. I was actually a bit pissed that he would be so inconsiderate. Family, a new daughter, friends. I can't imagine things working out the way they did had he understood how much he was loved. I was fortunate enough to meet all of the guys on the bus back in 1994. Shannon was very unassuming. He sat there "indian style" on the U shaped couch in the back listening to the Meat Puppets. He was very cordial and we had a great conversation about nothing at all. I was pretty well stoked about being there and was baked on top of getting more baked-er. (is that a word) There was a girl on the bus that sat with Shannon in a familiar way. Much like an old friend, but she never spoke. I assume that it was his girlfriend. We smoked a j and I went back up front for a while where everyone else was. We talked some about the town where I grew up (same as glen and a few miles from rodgers and brad). Shannon came up to the front after about 5 minutes and he was obviously looking for something. Eventually he turned over a book or something next to me and found some small piece of satin type material. I don't recall who explained this to me, but he apparently had a piece of the blanket he packed around as a kid. I've never told that story because it has always been the one thing I had that no one else could have. I figured this was a good place to share.
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Post by Rebekah on Apr 2, 2008 9:06:40 GMT -5
Thanks so much for sharing your story what an awesome memory that must be
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Post by *Sonya* on Apr 2, 2008 9:48:43 GMT -5
Thanks for sharing that memory with us soulgruv! ;D Those types of memories are precious because they give us a little more insight into who Shannon was as a person.
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Post by Lee on Apr 2, 2008 11:22:19 GMT -5
Thanks for sharing that memory with us soulgruv! ;D Those types of memories are precious because they give us a little more insight into who Shannon was as a person. Indeed. Thanks for sharing that with us soulgruv ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png)
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Post by breck20 on Apr 2, 2008 13:06:56 GMT -5
What an awesome experience. Thank you so much for sharing!
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Post by reptilianbrain on Apr 2, 2008 13:20:00 GMT -5
I do find it strange that anyone can have feelings for someone they don't know personally. I suppose it is similar giving to a charity or otherwise helping someone you don't know. We all have a natural capacity to feel for others and have some feelings for or about them. I'm sad he's gone, and at the time I felt worse because I had just started sobriety a few months prior. I was actually a bit pissed that he would be so inconsiderate. Family, a new daughter, friends. I can't imagine things working out the way they did had he understood how much he was loved. I was fortunate enough to meet all of the guys on the bus back in 1994. Shannon was very unassuming. He sat there "indian style" on the U shaped couch in the back listening to the Meat Puppets. He was very cordial and we had a great conversation about nothing at all. I was pretty well stoked about being there and was baked on top of getting more baked-er. (is that a word) There was a girl on the bus that sat with Shannon in a familiar way. Much like an old friend, but she never spoke. I assume that it was his girlfriend. We smoked a j and I went back up front for a while where everyone else was. We talked some about the town where I grew up (same as glen and a few miles from rodgers and brad). Shannon came up to the front after about 5 minutes and he was obviously looking for something. Eventually he turned over a book or something next to me and found some small piece of satin type material. I don't recall who explained this to me, but he apparently had a piece of the blanket he packed around as a kid. I've never told that story because it has always been the one thing I had that no one else could have. I figured this was a good place to share. Hi, great story man. Sorry I called you man Breck its a habit.
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Post by mack on Apr 2, 2008 20:59:38 GMT -5
Thanks for sharing that, another cool Shannon story.
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Post by chrispy0515 on Apr 2, 2008 23:08:24 GMT -5
I think we all miss him but it's been 14 years almost so it's time to heal and move on. I mean I lost my very best friend to a drunk driver back in 1992 at the age of 25 with his whole life ahead of him; and to this day I look back on fun times and fond memories with him but I am pretty much over it already, and I feel that I will see him on the other side when I die and we will get all caught up again.
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Post by breck20 on Apr 3, 2008 12:55:05 GMT -5
Hi, great story man. Sorry I called you man Breck its a habit. ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png) No problem, reptilianbrain, I just took it as the universal "man".
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Post by 8807 on Apr 6, 2008 10:10:32 GMT -5
This past week I've been listening to all kinds of Blind Melon with Shannon on it.I miss him/need him this week I guess.It's not like it's been a sad week or anything,I'm Celebrateing my Freedom big time this week cuz I could have been doing some jail time.Long Story. I'm downloading Matts Blind Melon Forum Radio Podcast right now & You Should Be Too!HaHa!
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Post by chrispy0515 on Apr 6, 2008 11:25:18 GMT -5
I think we all miss him but it's been 14 years almost so it's time to heal and move on. I mean I lost my very best friend to a drunk driver back in 1992 at the age of 25 with his whole life ahead of him; and to this day I look back on fun times and fond memories with him but I am pretty much over it already, and I feel that I will see him on the other side when I die and we will get all caught up again.
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Post by Rebekah on Apr 6, 2008 11:40:59 GMT -5
I'm sorry but you should not tell someone to move on after they have lost a loved one you do not get over the loss I look at it as we can move forword but to move on that means that it is easy to get over and it is not
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Post by chrispy0515 on Apr 6, 2008 21:59:13 GMT -5
But to most of us on here he is not a "loved one" and is a rock star that we all liked and listened to, and he will continue to live on through his music which is all that we have now. Now my best friend who was taken tragically at a young age meant alot to me of course, but after going through 5-6 years of mourning I finally reached a point where I am at peace with it all and have..........moved on(he was someone that I knew personally and I was able to do it, so those of us that didn't even know Shannon personally should be able to also).
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Post by reptilianbrain on Apr 7, 2008 12:13:55 GMT -5
I dont know if expecting everyone else to have the same outcome as you when dealing with grief is wise. Please dont take this as an attack. But, some things that happen are so horrible that you may never forget them. Im explaining this to you but really I hope you never truly understand what Im saying. Everyone is different. Some of the losses I have endured are too much to ever forget or even hope to escape from. I dont know why Im talking about this in this forum but, I need to talk about it for a minute anyway. I think it was May 7, 1997 Mothers Day weekend Friday night I believe. I remember I was at a Morphine concert during the Saddest Song I think that was the name of the song cant remember right now. But, out of nowhere I see my sister walking towards me with a crazy look in her eye. She says "Grandma just died I think she had a heart attack!" Just the morning before I was there at their house talking with her as me and my grandpa were getting ready to do some work on the dream house my grandma had always wanted. There was excitement in the air because their dream was becoming a reality. I remember a big hooha because I offered to buy him breakfast this morning. He bought me breakfast every morning. What do you mean Grandma just died? She just died we have to go. She said. I took one last look up at the band and I tell we made some sort of commotion the singer looked liked he felt sorry for us or something that is just one of the odd memories I have of that day. Next thing I knew I found myself at their house and my two cousins at this time were crying hysterically. I said what happened? Grandma hung herself!!!!!!!!!!!! What?!?! Zach looked in the basement window and seen her said my cousin Michelle. Even with his visual confirmation I wasnt ready to believe what they were telling us. Then my dad burst out of the door weeping uncontrollably followed by the coroner pulling a body bag on a stretcher. Which, at that time still didnt occur to me that that was her. I knew it was but I still didnt believe it. (Later, I found out that he was the one that had to cut her down). He hasnt been the same since. My main point in writing this is that every loss can not be measured the same. I remember thinking to my self that in a couple of years I will be able to move on and at that point it wont be on my mind all the time. "But, the blows have just a little more space in between them." Thats all there is for me. We always wonder why. She seemed perfectly fine to me but I guess she was taking Sarazone Anti-anxiety medication. I lost my best friend Slick too on July 11, 2006. He also died the same exact way as my Grandma. I think he even attended the funeral with me. He knew how her death tormented me. We had been friends since junior high. I remember the fist time I seen him he was carrying 2 garbage bags of ditch weed up the middle of the street. I think we were 12. lol We used to sit around and play our guitars almost everyday.....we did almost everything together. His first son was born a couple of days before my first daughter and my second daughter was born a couple of days before his second son. So, we were close. At one point he and his wife separated and she took his boys and then he began a slow decline. He got hooked on meth and we lost touch because he knew better than come around me when he was on that because my wife and I are so against that he wouldn't even tell me even though it was obvious. (My wifes mother's passing seems to be a direct result of that wicked substance. My wife was 16 and she found her she will never get over this). The last time I seen him..........I know he was looking for help but he wouldn't let me. I see him in his boys eyes and I know he'll never be back. I feel sorry for his wife because at some point she will have to explain it to them. I doubt she will ever say Im over this now at any point in her life. I could keep this story going forever but I think I need to make a point. I dont think Nel, Nico and the band will ever get over Shannon's passing. I hope they do. It sucks because you never accept what happened you are more or less coming to the realization they will never come back. Just, my rationalization. And, I think its ok to feel a general sadness for him even though most of us never even met him. I think its ok to be sad that he was just getting started and we didnt have a chance to witness what was to come. Or that he is missing out on watching his daughter grow up. I personally feel sorry for his family and band mates because I know at least through my own experiences it never really goes away it merely fades. Im, sorry if this post was too long . I have been hoping to get over this for a long time but all I can do is use it to make me a stronger person as well as a musician. Playing the guitar helps a lot any artistic outlet is just as good though. If you cant do that just listen to Blind Melon and spend time with your kids. Or, combine them. Thats what I do. I remember a boss one time asked for an obituary when I went to a funeral. I went to the funeral and never came back. Some people are jaded and inconsiderate. Thanks, for reading this I must stop now.
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Post by chrispy0515 on Apr 7, 2008 21:57:38 GMT -5
Very nice(and long)post and I appreciate what you are saying. And my best friend getting killed by a drunk driver out of nowhere was a shocking tragedy for me, and there have been several more in my life but I am not going to go into them all on here. As far as the band goes; I look to some of their interviews and they are at a point of peaceful calmness when openly discussing Shannon's life and death(and they knew him better than anyone on here), so all I was saying is that it is possible to grow and accept him being gone just like they seem to have.
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