This was supposed to be a post about my youngest kid, Andrew, who turns 13 today. I drove him to school, as a birthday treat (how thoughtful of me!), and he brought along a couple dozen donuts to share with his friends. I love the fact that he’s able to think of others on a day that’s normally “all about me.” That’s probably fairly rare in the teen years. But he’s a sweet kid all around, so I’m not surprised by his gesture.
If you’re keeping score at home, we now have four – count ’em – four teenagers in our household. 13, nearly 15, 17 and 18. Heaven help us… especially if our wi-fi ever goes out.
So it’s a happy day, and a happy birthday… and then when I got to work, a fellow music fan mentioned that the lead singer of Frightened Rabbit, Scott Hutchison, had been found dead, of an apparent suicide. Devastating. Soul-crushing. Looking back at the messages from both Scott and his family makes me so sad I can’t even describe it.
Then came the pleas from his family:
And finally, late last night, the news we feared the most:
I saw Frightened Rabbit in concert several times, most recently a year and a half ago when my buddy Dale and I squeezed up to the front of the stage for their set at an outdoor festival.
Several years ago, I was lucky enough to see them in an acoustic setting as part of a radio interview/performance at WNKU.
I even got to say a quick hello to Scott a couple of times.
He was always friendly, and seemed rather happy. But we never know the personal demons that live inside other people’s heads and torment them so.
“Thinking about songs like Floating in the Forth – I didn’t kill myself. I took that forward into other records. There’s got to be a sense that, as f****d as life can get, we’re still alive and we’re still doing this and we’re going to attempt to carry on.”
Scott wasn’t able to climb out of the abyss. We all know someone like him. Please, give them a call today.
Some of the footage in this video is from the Southgate House in Newport, KY. I was at that show too.