Dear Dave,
When an artist we admire so much dies at the peak of their career, on the road, before a show, far from their family, it's as if one of us has died. Yes, despite the distances, the differences in "size," and keeping in mind the necessary proportions between us, in this world of show business we are a community, a family. We feel each other's pain, we can imagine what you, bandmates, are going through, how much the team is suffering, what the producers, technicians, promoters, and managers are feeling. And the fans, the ones largely responsible for keeping the wheels turning, they don't deserve to feel this sadness either.
You artists, who make us laugh and have fun so many times, feel emotional, rejoice, dance, jump, sing and shout with joy, when you leave us, fill our hearts with sadness, it feels like we've lost a friend, and that's no exaggeration.
Today, I learned that Taylor Hawkins died , and it feels like I lost a friend. Probably because of the laughs I shared with him, the countless shows I sang with him, and how much fun I had at concerts and watching the band's music videos. And yes, he was one of us, a kid from my generation who was truly moved by music, who, like me, had so many idols and heroes, so much love and respect for music.
He truly achieved his great dream of being a rock star and traveling the world singing, enchanting, and bringing joy to people's lives. He fulfilled our dream, the same dream of so many other millions of boys and girls around the world. We lost one of the greatest, a unique and special guy; what a star he had, and how it shone! How funny, entertaining, cheerful, and radiant he was, and on top of everything, he played the drums LIKE HELL!!!
Dave, this must be so, so, so hard for you. But you don't let it get you down, you're so cool, charismatic, funny, and talented. The best (and probably the only) drummer, guitarist, vocalist, and band leader in the history of music, total admiration for your story my friend, I hope you don't mind my privacy.
You didn't deserve to go through this again, after all the hard work, struggle, effort, and success you've achieved. You're an example to all of us, a true idol, just like all the heroes you've met and been close to throughout your victorious and brilliant career. No, I can't imagine the pain you're feeling, but even so, I share in that pain. I hope you don't end your career after this tragedy; the fans don't deserve this double loss. I hope you continue, one way or another, with the Foo Fighters or in a solo career, with a new band—it's too early to think about that, but don't leave us, don't let Rock 'n' Roll lose your talent, your joy, your creativity, and your vitality.
We need you, my friend. And when you remember Taylor (if that's any consolation), think that he's now at that "Great Gig in the Sky," being warmly welcomed by Bonzo, Keith, Mitch, Ginger, Neil, Jimi, Eddie, Lane, Scott, Kurt, Lemmy, David, Ronnie, Freddie, Jon, Bon, George, John, and all our heroes—he's one of them now.
Strength to Dave, strength to the Foo Fighters.
