2004-12-10 | MY OTHER BROTHER DARRELL

I'm very shocked by the death of Dimebag Darrell, former guitarist of Pantera. I met him after a concert in Hawaii about 9 or 10 years ago, and he was honestly one of the nicest strangers I've ever met, and definitely the nicest rock star I've ever met. We talked to him for 10 or 15 minutes and he never seemed like he wanted to leave, and he didn't treat us like fans....more like friends or brothers...he treated us like he knew we understood him. Everytime I saw an interview or read something about him over the years I was reminded of our meeting and always felt a special connection to him. I didn't really know him well enough to feel too emotionally distraught about it, but I definitely feel some sort of loss, as I spent countless hours listening to Vulgar Display of Power, and experienced him live in flesh and sweat. I don't really understand what happened. Did some maniac just fire shots for no reason? I haven't seen or read the whole story yet. All I know is Darrell is gone, and it sucks. I know he wouldn't remember me. He's undoubtedly had thousands of encounters like the one I had with him backstage in Hawaii years ago. But I always remembered him and cherished those few minutes, and I guess that's a testament to the guy he was. Even after having to talk to all these fans over the years, he acted like he had never done it before, and treated us as individuals and made us feel comfortable with someone who had seemed larger than life before. He still seems larger than life in a way, but he helped bridge that gap by being himself and just talking and listening for a few minutes. Thanks Darrell.

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