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Note: I originally posted this on the skunk.com sublime message board, but felt it would have a home here as well.


A few minutes ago, the clock rolled over to May 25 here on the east coast.

As most of you know, five years ago on this day, we all lost someone very important to us, regardless if you met him or not. Brad Nowell's poetry has changed the way we, the fans of Sublime, look at music, and brought it to a whole new level. He brought happiness to those around him, and to the millions of fans he has around the country. I will never in my life forget all of the times me and my friends just hung around, having nothing to do, listening to 40oz. to freedom or robbin' the hood, singing every song out loud, not giving a **** that we had nothing better to do. Brad brought us together with his music, giving us a common ground. I'll never forget the first time, 7 years ago, when i heard 40oz. to freedom. A friend's older brother had the cd, and i was captivated by this unique stylee i hadn't, and still yet to have, heard anywhere else. Perhaps the one bad thing Brad gave to me was making it hard to find another band to live up to my new expectations. Although never having seen him perform live, i can see him sitting on stage, having a damn good time while i listen to Live At The Firecracker Lounge, talking freely with the people there, showing that it's about more than just playing an instrument and belting out lyrics, it's much deeper than this. It's about feeling the music, and using it to reach a common ground with all of those surrounded by, the music. Brad had a talent for this art, blessing us with something we all now hold dear. Although his addiction may have won the battle over his body, it never did, and never will, take his spirit and his music away from us. Brad, you never really lost the war, the cease fire just came at much too early of a point.

You will always be remembered by your fans. Always.

peace.
matt

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