If you live near Washington and aren’t one of those total *^&#@s who despise all things relating to the Redskins, you’re grieving today for Sean Taylor, whose utterly senseless death has shocked the region.
But another death in the news caught my attention as well. Quiet Riot’s Kevin DuBrow, not an old man by any reckoning, suddenly passed away.
It’s easy to think of DuBrow and company as a little cartoonish. That was their image for a while, and it worked for them. But these are very real people. If you want a reminder, check the official site of drummer Frankie Banali, who shares his pain with an eloquence you might not expect from a guy whose band bashed out Metal Health back in the day.
I’ve been home with MMM Jr. today, and as entertaining and lovable as he is, I’ve been feeling kind of angry. The way I figure it, death and decay are always going to be in greater supply than any of us want. The great idiocy of mankind is that we invite more of them into our lives.
We don’t know the details of why Taylor was shot. We don’t know anything about DuBrow’s death. But at some point, the message has to sink in. We as a species are absolute failures in the most basic need of living creatures — taking care of each other.
I don’t hear any politicians talking about such things — they’re all reciting the same banter we’ve been hearing for decades, and the “citizen journalists” that are supposedly replacing those of us who are being bought out and laid off (speaking in generalities here — last I checked, I still had a job) aren’t doing any better at broadening the conversation beyond the same rhetorical tricks carefully coached by the Vogon warlords who serve as their strategists.
Can we do better? I sure as hell hope so.
(Back to more uplifting fare tomorrow.)