posted on Aug, 22 2016 @ 11:41 PM
You are probably wondering who DC is.
He died today from a heart attack brought on by years of meth abuse. But that's not the whole story, by far, and I'd hope this could be a thread for
all of our lost friends.
I fist met DC in 1986, in my senior year of high school, in a class about real life(cashing checks and all that kinda stuff) of which I can't even
remember the name of the class. We were paired up for the subject at hand and all the others immediately grouped into pairs and left me with the huge
After a few minutes of being paired together it was obvious we both had a love of prog-metal, metal and hard rock and prog-metal didn't really even
exist at that point.
But we went on, the both of us trying to find new and exciting music. We both were products of living in Vegas at the time, which shunned us younger
folk, so we did drugs, alcohol, whatever we could to break up the boredom of living here. He just never stopped. I'm not a angel but I never took it
to the level he did.
He was my music buddy, the best I ever had. I could argue with him who was better and why, like a PE debate because he knew what he was talking about.
He may have been wrong at times as his mind wasn't always there but he really knew his stuff. I taught him well over the years when he wasn't paying
attention to the music scene. He was, possibly, the most stupid person I've ever met but he knew his rock and roll.
There is something about the recorded medium that lets us all listen multiple times. Ain't like the olden days where one had to go see a concerto to
experience it and the Cobbster listened a lot and even if he didn't have any musical experience or actual knowledge, he got it. He sat and watched
old bands of mine come together and write songs and he listened and learned about the creative process. In this day and age, that's not unusual but
back then, it was his introduction into how a song gets written and he had great respect for me and my bandmates for what we tried to accomplish.
He got it. Back then when prog-metal didn't even exist, he got what I was trying to do. Stupid as hell Dave Cobb, who could never get anything right
in real life, he got what I was trying to do.
He understood the music, and he loved it to his dying day. He called me a few weeks ago with a rumor about Geddy Lee being dead and I hung up on him
because of who he always was. Now he's dead and I can't even explain to him why I had to do what I did.
I've been missing the mother #er for a while now, but I had to do what I did. Makes it no easier to deal with now that I know he's gone. PE, for all
it's faults, is a place of refuge for me, and the people I can talk to about this kind of stuff are also refugees from this crappy existence that is
real life. I don't have anyone in real life I can talk to about music, the driving force in my life, yet Dave Cobb was always there until I had to
finally ditch him.
I've been missing him since I had to ditch him. Now he's gone, forever. I'll never get to say anything to him ever again. I had to do what I had to
do but I wish I hadn't. My music buddy of all music buddies is now gone forever and I'll never get to explain why, even though he probably
understood, why I had to delete him from my life. He was still my friend and for all his faults I still loved that asshole.
RIP The Flounder. Frakking dumbass.
This was originally posted on Progressive Ears, so forgive me for not taking the reference out but I thought this is something worth sharing. ATS
means a awful lot to me but it ain't the place for music discussions the likes of which the Flounder and I have had over the years. This is more
enhanced than the PE version but nominally the same, just saying the same thing over and over. Cut and paste with some additions, IOW.