A Denver musician died over the weekend. I met him a few times a really long time ago when I used to be in a band – he eventually ended up forming a band with the bass player of … sorry, it’s a useless tangle of name dropping when I’m not even using actual names. The point is, he died and I didn’t know him really but I feel that weird sadness you feel when someone you were exposed to is gone.
There’s that facebook thing where people are checking into ND at the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe to show support for the pipeline bullshit that’s happening there. (I should know what I’m talking about, I don’t – I’m doing this weird thing this week where reading or hearing about politics makes me cry. Actual tears. I’m pretty sure Crockett thought I was dying when I started crying when someone SAID the word Trump on the radio last night, for real. So, something bad is happening in ND and people are protesting it.) Does it help? I don’t know, man – like, I don’t think any governing body is waiting to see if 1,000,000 people check in there? As if at that point they’d be all ‘oh well we had no idea this cause was so popular, we should rethink our entirely financially motivated choice to do … whatever we’re doing’?
Returning to my point.
The last thing public thing Tyler, said musician, posted on his facebook page was that check in. He did it on Halloween and passed away the following day.
Two things: first, if you didn’t know people were checking in there without actually going, that would be very strange, right? I don’t know, it seems like a weird thing to do no matter what and this just throws it into relief. It looks like he went to North Dakota with no notice and then passed away.
Second thing: WHAT IF IT’S A CURSE.
Not, like, an Indian curse. I’m not an idiot. An internet curse – if recent horror has taught us anything, it’s that ghosts are figuring out the internet faster than we might have preferred. Doing something on facebook that makes very little sense might just be pissing off some cranky ass pedantic ghost mofo, right?
Anyway, bye, Tyler. A lot of people I like really liked you, and I’m sorry the world doesn’t have you around anymore.
(And if it was a curse, go ahead and leave a ghost comment. I’ll know it’s you and I’ll get the word out, I promise.)