I posted this in the early days of The Escape....just a really (no really, a really) good demo from a new band with my pal Greg playing drums. After this demo, NEON PISS would go on to drop the best record of whatever year it came out in. I am fortunate enough to call each member pals, and I have always been genuinely pleased when I see any of them in the flesh. Last time I saw Barker, I was leaving the Fairmont Hotel in SF...walking away from a mundane day at work and seeing that head of fluffy head snoozing in his van waiting to move some rich ass motherfukkr from and/or to one place or another. We talked, and laughed...and I enjoyed his company before I went home. Trying to compartmentalize Barker's passing has been a tough one...great dude, open, gregarious, talented beyond words...just made you glad to know him every time you crossed paths - even if you just knew him casually (as I did). One of my favorite records will now and forever bring me tears...
We pull our hoods up so that all the world won't see the fear that drags our feet right back to the liquor store...
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They say there's no there here, but I know IT is in the basement spilling onto the sidewalk - IT is in the children as they scream for your blood...
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The only time I "met" Barker was when I rushed over to Ground Zero to try and see Neon Piss after one of my bands had played earlier that night elsewhere in Riverwest. I missed them, of course, and was bummed but I remember walking up and seeing a bunch of people sitting on the porch and the one and only person who smiled at me (it was a huge smile) and said really loudly "Hi!" was Barker. I remember it was him because obviously his hair. I asked if I missed them and he said "Yup". But it was a good night anyway. I just wish I had seen them or talked more with him. It was a really nice, warm "Hi!" and now I'll keep it with me forever. Seemed like a great dude and was clearly a stellar musician. Life is hard. I feel for his close friends and family. RIP
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