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After just reporting last week about their continuing inability to release their next album thanks to the evil machinations of Victory Records, we learned that Casey Calvert, guitarist for emo band Hawthorne Heights, was discovered “unconscious on the band’s tour bus” outside Washington’s 9:30 Club and “pronounced dead at the scene” by police thanks to still mysterious circumstances.
“We can say with absolute certainty that he was not doing anything illegal. . . . We don’t want his memory to be tainted in the least,” the band members’ posting [on the band's Web site] said…
He loved Dr. Seuss books and Tim Burton films and was so fastidious about his health that he was a vegetarian, [Calvert's stepmother] said.
He married about a year ago. His wife is a schoolteacher, his stepmother said.
“He was a very good and kind young man, and right now there aren’t any answers,” she said.
Which is a hell of a thing to read right before going to bed after getting home from a Thanksgiving with the family. (Call your parents, everyone.) The band and authorities are waiting on the autopsy. Calvert was 25.
Guitarist Found Dead Before Show In D.C. [Washington Post]
Very sad :(
Wow…
This makes my comment from the other day seem to be in poor taste. Unless of course I have some sort of persuasive power like Eden in Heroes. If that’s the case, then this is a small sacrifice to make for me to realize my full potential.
Ok, that was in poor taste. Clearly tragic for those involved iin his life.
thousands of faces are being soiled by wet, runny eyeliner as we speak.
It’s also floating around that Kevin DuBrow passed yesterday. Two dead musicians in one weekend, that sucks.
@Dead Air ummm Dead Air:
Also, if he read my post from the other day and decided to kill himself (not saying he did commit suicide, just if he did) then I’m oddly flattered he valued my opinion that much.
I don’t even like these guys and had heard this news already this weekend, and perhaps it’s because I’m having a really stressful day, but the part about his wife being a schoolteacher totally made me tear up. Sad.
Wow, sucks to have a young musician up and die on you after ridiculing them in print for circumstances he was working hard to remedy. Imagine it makes one ponder applying for a real job–or at least applying a little tact and actual research. Shrug on…
And I can’t make it on my own.
(And I can’t make it on my own.)
Because my heart is in Ohio.
So cut my wrists and black my eyes.
(Cut my wrists and black my eyes)
So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.
Because you kill me.
You know you do, you kill me well.
You like it too, and I can tell.
You never stop until my final breath is gone.
Irony~