sublime2-thumb.jpgSorry to take a quick break from our attempts at comedy… I’m not real big on eulogies and not one to usually remember the day that people died, so I’m not really surprised that I failed to realize that on today, May 25, back in 1996, Bradley James Nowell, front man to the band Sublime, was found by his dog, Lou, dead of a heroin overdose in his San Francisco hotel room.
I’m sure this would’ve continued to miss my radar except for the fact that on the way home from work, KROQ was playing back to back Sublime songs and reading from a book about Bradley. And actually, I’m caught a bit off guard and I don’t have much anything to say except that Sublime’s music has been a large part of my life since first hearing it back in high school, wondering if I’d ever make it out there to California, and I know it always will be. I can’t tell you how long “40 oz. To Freedom” and “Sublime” were the only cds in my car.
Well, that’s it. Just listening to that music as I drove home to my house in L.A. and hearing of him made me feel like I should write something. Rest Easy Bradley.. Lou.
And now back to the funny… Hopefully.