Something happens, though, when it is a member of our community. With the recent passing of Hawthorne Heights guitarist Casey Calvert, it is clear that when a member of our community is lost everything stops, if just for a moment. Everyone feels the loss. Whether a fan or not. This underground, indie music scene (or whatever you choose to call it) in very unique. In this scene everyone looks out for eachother in the pit. Fans and bands are the same people, all at the show for their love of music, only thing seperating them is a stage (or occassionally a baricade). Fans and bands are friends even. Bands all looks out for eachother; when one band rises they bring their friends with them. And when something tragic happens, like a death, everyone feels it.
For a moment we are reminded of our own mortality. We are reminded how fragile life is. And no matter how much we like or hated the band we all feel something for them and for the life that has been lost much too soon. When something like this happens it maks me wonder who could be next. What if it was someone I know and I care about it. T have a hard enough time dealing with the death of someone I didn't know. I cannot imagine if it was someine I was close to.
When something like this happens I ask myself why? Why was it their time? It's hard to imagine someone so young having their life cut short.
Regardless of how I feel about Hawthorne Heights, the death of Casey Calvert is horrible and tragic. He will be missed by so many, and I'm sure he will not die from the lives of thousands of young fans.
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