I was gutted when I read that Taylor Hawkins passed. It was like a kick in the stomach. I thought of his band members and friends and family and the torment they must feel right now. His kids and wife, unknowing at that last family dinner.
So, I took a little hour road trip to meet my sister for coffee. I listened to the Foo on LOUD all the way and was still in disbelief. Then I had an overwhelming sense of guilt. Ever felt that? The guilt when you start thinking about the concert tickets you just bought and realizing you’ll never see the original band together, live. Or the “will they still tour”? I felt awful for asking myself these questions.
It has been interesting to read about Taylor’s passing. Comments on Twitter, everyone trying to figure out the cause of his death and piecing it together. Everything from overdose to smoking pot (which according to one comment, makes you forget to take your anti anxiety meds and you take it twice so that caused his death) to blaming the fact he just got the booster and that could be the reason.
Whatever the reason was, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that the world lost a talented musician/artist who made the world just a bit happier. His music will always live on.