He was made famous by an ode to the mosh pit and it's required behavior. No matter how much you despised rock, you couldn't get the chorus out of your head. Everytime you got annoyed you could feel his voice in the back of your head screaming.
"One, nothings wrong with me."
Someone cut you off in traffic.
"Two, nothings wrong with me."
Too many people in line at the ATM.
"Three, nothings wrong with me."
Over and over, it'd resonate in the chambers of your skull.
"One, somethings got to give."
No matter who was onyour case, teachers, parents, your boss.
"Two, somethings got to give."
You could get diagnosed with cancer, and if you had heard the song recently, you were infected.
"Three somethings got to give."
Then, to sink it, he would yell in that deep throated rocker voice.
"Let the bodies hit the floor."
You were helpless.
Don't feel bad, you aren't alone. If memory serves correctly, it was played twice throughout the action flick "The One", as well as other songs from the same band.
Why only days ago I heard the song on a commercial for a wrestling video game. But, like all good things, this has an end. Today, August 15th, I learned Of Dave William's demise; the lead singer of Drowning Pool.
I've been awake since 4:30 this morning, after having gone to bed early, feeling sick from Cali's summer heat.
For 5 hours I played around with my dog, even took it for a rare walk. Sadly, when i got back I crumbled to my adolescent addiction to television. When I turned it on I just got caught the glimpse of a very grave scene. A picture, with the name 'Dave Williams' under it. Tow dates were under this, seperated by a hyphon used in a way that seems to be reserved for tombstones and funeral announcments in a newspaper.
Of course, knowing my luck I didn't hear anything to accompany it. THe cause of death to me; a mystery.
I will concede however, that I didn't even know who it was. The face looked familar, the way they get when they've been on TV enough, but not too much. I did have a hunch though.
Call it my music induced intuition, call it good luck, call it whatever you want. It doesn't matter to me. i went into my room to find the CD cover for Drowning Pool's CD 'Sinner'. And sure enough, nestled underneath the spiral design of Bizzar and the Green tint of Throwing Copper, there he was. He was staring back at me, accompanied by his three fellow bandmates. My day, good enough as over.
There they were, solem faces, looking every bit as angry as their music, and now it's gone.
It's sad or pathetic how fragile even the most hardened men really are. Instantly I went back to the living room and changed the channel to MTV hoping to catch one of their little news blurps that they have once an hour. Sadly, the first one I saw was about that NSync guy doing a broadway show. Damnit.
The next thing i'm doing is walking 3 miles to return a movie. If Patrick Bateman can do it to get out of talking to people, I can do it to get over my anger at my ignorance and confusion about this tragedy.
It was 9:30 and already over 70 degrees; I couldn't even feel it.
Anger, sadness, whatever, they all merged in my throat and the back of my brain.
The cute girl who lives next to my old job smiled at me. The same one that my brother spent the last 8 months before leaving to bootcamp trying to fuck. I didn't bother to acknowledge it.
I didn't realize Russel, a fun guy, had swerved towards me with his companies car until he honked; grinning wildly.
Numb.
Walking back, I watched as one of the three bicycle riders who had passed me half an hour earlier fell over.
I walked up and offered my help to the fallen rider. He was an aged man, bleeding from his elbows, knees, and shins, flakes of skin and chunks of gravel replacing the skin that used to be there. He told me angrily to go away. His wife glared at me.
Then, they both smiled at the adult who pulled up, offering the help i too offered.
Normally I would be offended and hurt, today i just walked on.
Numb.
This is how deeply i felt about this death.
Or maybe this is just what i'm telling myself?
As I was walking up my driveway I heard siren's from an ambulance in the distance, probably to get the old rude man.
On CNN, on that little newsbar it annouced that Dave was found dead in his tour bus in VA.
No cause of death.
This was during the testimony of a man accused of being a police killer.
It was about 11:30.
I decided to call Ghost and tell him the news.
After 4 rings he picked up the phone, and then there was a crash that lead me to think he dropped it.
"Hello?" Came tiredly from across the phone.
I told him the news and he guessed that he probably died of a heroin overdose. I had to end the conversation before he could ruin my perception of Dave. My headache from last night was coming back so I took 2 tylenol.
The first half of the day wasn't looking up at all.
I went back to the TVand went back to CNN, hoping to catch more.
If only my computer wasn't in the shop due to a virus my dad downloaded with on a program entitled 'Sexy_virgin.scr'
During a sound byte of someone talking about Sept. 11th Pentagon damage repairing, I see the same blurp again. The only update is the addition of his age; 30.
Eventually I fell asleep, a thing I do by accident after watching television for too long. It was mid statement of a mother vitcim in a school shooter sentance hearing.
CNN kept switching between live coverage of this and the trial of that cop killer. For some pessimistic reason I found the former more interesting. The heat woke me up.
Lately it's been 90 degrees at the mininum during the days. Thats August around here for you.
To further ruin conditions for the bas few days, a combination of SMOG and smoke from the nearby wild fires have made the skys a sickly washed out gray. So bad that the newscaster pronounced the air unhealthy.
Asthma must be evil to have on days like these.
I woke up and my throat felt like i was fed copper shavings while i was asleep. Tastes like it too.
My headache had returned.
Right about then my dad came home and asked what was wrong with me.
I looked pale.
My reply was that 'Dave Williams died'. Which was met with the predictable question of 'who?'.
Followed shorty after my explanation was 'He probably died of an OD'.
That would be about the time I started writing this. Someone once told me I just need a way to express myself.
Hope it worked.
In the their CD cover for the album Sinner, they have 'the band wishes to thank. And they simpley put.
'A very special thanks to all our fans- you are the only reason we do this... Stay SIC!!!'
Well Dave, wherever you are, this for you. Sorry it had to end this way. But rest assured, myself and all other fans, will stay sick.