Life is so random. Here you have one of the more reckless and unpredictable dudes in the biz. Everyone knows about his problems, his mouth, and how he has been existing on trauma responses even before getting fired from the band he "didn't want to be in" anymore.
But this time, someone who may normally be a totally innocent, rule follower, JUST PLAIN FUCKED UP, and didn't see him or whatever and now you know their life is fucking ruined.
I have to admit, my first thought was "welp, Brent was wasted and became another fucking cliche", but that wasn't the case this time!
its just crazy how life works some times.
its like with Dimebags death.... just like Zakk said "Alcohol was supposed to kill Dime, not (so and so)..." i forgot the exact quote, but i know i have the first half right.
just to make this more about me and my views... Brent will be known forever to me as the guy that helped kill my "rock and roll dreams".
I had a friend who had already gotten cozy with Mastodon while they were still playing bars in the early 2000's and any time they came to town they met at a bar, or hung out after the show. So when Mastodon opened for Slayer at Harpos back in that era, Mastodon were one of the openers. i went to the gig at like 3pm with him and we hungout with Brent for a while that day. One thing i'll never forget, is standing behind harpos on clear summer day while Brent was changing the strings himself on that white V, sitting on the railing that stops cars from driving on the freeway overpass for pedestrians. He was talking about how he lost all of the money from the last tour he did by gambling in vegas at that stop on the last tour. He said he had to spend a few months doing roofing to get by between tours. I asked him about opening up for slayer and how its probaby tough right??? he started telling me about the "luggie wars" with the crowd. he bagged about how in chicago last night, he kept getting shit from one guy, and he got him "real good" right in the face at the end of the set. As he spoke and told us all this candid shit, it made me realize how NOT cut out for touring life that i was, and i remember after that day, i had this profoud new sense of "fuck it, i'm just going to make music for me, and use it as "my thing for me" than try and set my sights of touring and what not. i know it seems like a "anti inspirational" story, but it was exactly what i needed to hear at the time.
Anyway, R.I.P, because i know he needs that peace.