R.I.P Chris Cornell

As soon as you think the talent taking grim reaper of 2016 has melted away into the mists of history this morning social media and even Radio 2, broke the news of the passing of Chris Cornell over night. Aged only 52, he and his Soundgarden brethren from the City of Goodwill played what would turn out to be their last show in Detroit before he was found dead in his hotel room after he hung himself. 

I’m not a massive fan of the Seattle band. I just think it highlights more important issues. 

My first dabble into the band was via their Hands All Over EP that I picked up from Mike Lloyds Music in their bargain bin. It was a 10″ vinyl and the cover was pretty snazzy fold out affair. When I listened to it though I thought it was awful. 

Roll on a few years and with the 1991 album Badmotorfinger they became a monstrous band for a relatively brief period of time. Rusty Cage always seemed to be on heavy MTV rotation. That position was solidified when Superunknown surfaced three years later. All I own physically by the band are the CD singles of Spoonman and Black Hole Sun. 

Until Audioslave released Cochise from their self titled debut album in 2002 I don’t think I listened to anything new from Cornell. In 2006 he was bestowed the privilege of performing the theme for the James Bond film Casino Royale. I’d say this is what propelled him to the general public’s consciousness rather than anything he did with Soundgarden, Audioslave or prior to both Temple of the Dog. 

The whole grunge scene seems fraught with tortured geniuses. If there was an influential big five from the innovators of grunge the only frontman still alive is Pearl Jam’s Eddie Vedder. Nirvana, Stone Temple Pilots, Alice in Chains and now Soundgarden have all lost their frontmen to drugs or suicide. 


Two things that have annoyed me a lot today is some of the attitudes towards his mental state, or mental issues in general. Firstly comments along the lines of “he had everything, how could he be depressed?” To be honest, it’s also a view point I might have had a number of years ago. 

I’m not claiming to be an expert in the field, but it is such a deep rooted affliction that it can be some of the smallest and irrelevant things that can offset someone’s mindset. They might have loads of money, massive record sales, adoring fans or a million dollar mansion. If there’s a darkness there anything could throw them over the edge. It’s probably been well hidden in public but in private things could be completely different. People’s coping mechanisms work in different ways to all situations. What you and I take for granted, i.e. receiving a negative comment, can be a tidal wave of pent up frustration to the next person and a feeling of uselessness. But do they want to draw attention to it? Maybe instead they publicly laugh out loud at it.    

Which leads me on to irritation number two. “Why not speak to someone about it?” I saw one comment about someone who has strong bonds with their family and band mates and could discuss anything. Congratulations to them. Let’s see what really happens when foresight isn’t a relevant option. 

If it’s family at the root of it all then where do you turn? If you segregate yourself from the rest of society and just “get on with it” on an individual basis day to day then you’ll have no one to speak to who you think you can confide in. It especially seems a male trait that you don’t talk about stuff like that. It’s fine saying you could, but if you are feeling that low and negative could you handle the rejection and humiliation that you will ultimately be expecting? 

Coming out and confiding in someone, anyone, is the hardest thing those with a mental illness can do. To some they might see suicide as an easier option to deal with it. They won’t have to bother someone else and unload all their problems onto someone else. If you can’t process the electrical impulses in your brain correctly the pieces others have to pick up are secondary thought to their escape route. 

Yes it’s good to talk, which in itself seems such a blasé statement. I’m pretty certain we all bottle up something, it doesn’t have to be depression, anything you consider to be a problem that no one can help you with. Broaching the subject is not as easy as you’d think. It takes much more determination to bring it to the forefront. It’s not a quick process either. The people you’ve known for years or decades could be struggling for all the time you’ve known them. It doesn’t suddenly hit you like a virus. It sits inside the darkest recess of your brain and festers away long term. 

Be proud of any one who faces their fears and be understanding. Let them talk. If someone will listen and not be judgemental it’s a positive step. 


Paris 13.11.15

8:45 pm Friday 13th November 2015. I was watching German power metal band Helloween perform at the Hard Rock Hell festival in North Wales with another 1,500 – 2,000 like minded people. All having a good time with friends old and new. The day was winding down with a few more bands to follow. A lot of self inflicted sore heads were soon to be nursed ready for more of the same in 15 hours or so.

Meanwhile, 540 miles away at Le Bataclan in Paris, a similar number of people were watching The Eagles Of Death Metal, tragically 84 of those will never get to attend a concert again and the lives of the 1,400 will be changed forever, alongside thousands more family members and friends.

I’m not clever enough or political enough to claim to know the ins and outs, or offer a solution to prevent things like this happening in the future. I do know if the bombs had exploded at the Stade de France football stadium the current number of 129 fatalities would have been a whole lot higher.

The events of two days ago have hit home more than some other terrorist atrocities over recent years mainly because it’s something I like to do – go to concerts. It happened in a country I wasn’t in, it could have been New Zealand or France, I’d still have the same feelings regarding it. It’s not a venue I’ve even been to (even though my wife and I have seen Metallica in the stadium). It’s not even a band I really have any affinity with. It’s people who like me enjoyed going to concerts.

I drive for a living. Every once and a while when news comes on the radio about a crash with fatalities it sometimes makes you stop and think that one day it could be you.

I don’t think I’ll think twice about attending a show at any point in the future – or even seeing one in Paris if I get the chance – as soon as that seed is planted in any number of people then that when terrorists win.

Random Generator!!

An idea I’ve been thinking about for a while so let’s see how it goes….

I currently have 3,339 tracks on my iPhone alone (and a hell of a lot more on my external HD!!). Some songs I’ll play over and over again. Some I may never listen to for what will feel like years to come. 

I’m going to attempt to post a random song every day – or when I remember or have time!! I’m just going to hit shuffle and see what it throws up and see if YouTube is as extensive as my iPhone library.

So push the button Dano!!


A Lifetime With Music. 

That title may be a bit misleading. Maybe you’re expecting a blog from a musician? Maybe a journalist? Some sort of performer? Wrong on all counts, so there’s going to be nothing technical or insightful in the near future. 

I’m just a regular joe – wrong side of 40 who leads a pretty normal life. Music has been a passion for as long as I can remember. Lots of it in the home when I was a kid. Found something that spoke to me in high school sometime in 1987 and saw my first live band in 1989. Ever since I’ve spent way too much money and time on music. 

I’ve tried my hand at writing and promoting in the distant past which lead to me making some good friends who share the same tastes – but in some weird oxymoron – we all like things that the next guy doesn’t. 

My aim with this blog? 

Nothing really life changing or dramatic. Maybe something for me to look back on when my memory is failing? 

Sharing some music and bands that you’ve never heard of before or just simply faded into your memory banks? 

There’s been a splurge of “7 songs in 7 days that mean this, that or the other”

How can you condense 40+ years in 7 songs? 

Sorry for the ramble. I doubt any one got this far anyway!! 

One last thing. A message to my parents. 28 years ago you said “I’d grow out of it” – sorry, I haven’t yet!!