I don’t normally post RIP messages because I deal woth a lot of death and suffering at work and have a different response to it than a lot of people, but Slipknot were my generation’s Kiss or Metallica. The most beloved, talked about, read about, drawn, big deal band in my friend group way back in high school when they first entered the UK public knowledge around 1999-2000, and every album release since has been like a historic event or religious experience for me and a lot of people like me.
No other band had a bigger impact on my tastes, musical journey and even personality, friends and lifestyle choices.
One of their most defining and revered founding members, Joey Jordinson has died, still in his 40s.
I wouldn’t have learned to play drums without Joey, wouldn’t have joined bands without Joey, wouldn’t have become such an obsessive collector of music without Joey, wouldn’t have started a blog without Joey. Love of his band and even more specifically his drumming (and sometimes guitar, arrangements and lyrics) was absolutely fundamental to my tastes and how I spend most of my free time for the last 20 years.
Joey’s opinions on other bands, be it Biohazard, Fear Factory, Rob Zombie, Deicide or whoever, was also always a seal of approval that usually helped me discover new bands. He brightened up the music scene with his involvement in things like Roadrunner United, Hellbilly Deluxe 2 or Metallica that year at Download when Lars was unavailable.
He also seemed like a nice guy in interviews, and was a lot of fun in The Murderdolls.
I won’t pretend to being his absolute number one biggest fan ever, and havent checked out Scar The Martyr or Vimic yet, in the same way I didn’t check out Hellyeah even though I loved Vinnie Paul, but this is probably the celebrity death I have felt the most about to date.
First Dime & later Vinnie, then Niel Peart, now Joey. Sometimes even though you are so far removed, some of these celebrity deaths really hit you.