Today, we honor all road crew through the spirit of just one of them: Nick Alexander, who lost his life Friday night.
As touring people, we never consider the danger of what we do for a living. Living in public, in a public space, surrounded by strangers, sometimes thousands, who by and large have good intentions. We all are looking for a way to escape reality and be entertained. I believe that it’s human nature to create and appreciate creativity. When we are in our “safe spaces” the last thing a lot of us are considering is potential tragedy. A lot of my friends on here are but small cogs in the giant wheel of music touring and creating for others. I’m not saying I speak for all us, and you’d think judging by my anger and sadness that I’d be demanding some sort of post-9/11 knee jerk reactionary change to security measures at concerts, but here’s the thing…
I don’t.
It’s exactly what they want, whoever this nebulous “they” may be. They want us to live in fear and abandon our passion for creativity and for entertainment and our love of enjoying life. They want us to live in fear and be crippled by that fear. Truth be told I don’t think any measure of security could have saved Nick’s life, or the life of anyone who was there to enjoy life and escape.
Nick Alexander was someone who had no horse in that race. He was a good person doing what he loved when he was cut short by people who wanted us to give in to our fears. I toured with Nick for nearly 2 years, and some of the other people I consider my tour family I’ve toured with for many more years. I’d be grieving just the same had this happened to any one of them. Is it going to change my mind about doing what I do for a living? No. Fuck no. Not at all. After 20 years of doing this I’m not going to let this shake me and as an industry of touring professionals we are going to grow stronger and tighter. I truly believe this. Nick didn’t die in vain. In fact, to me he didn’t die at all. His spirit will always remain in my heart. He was and always will be One Of Us.
Thanks for putting up with these sad-guy posts the last few days. I’d be lying if I said I was over it and didn’t miss my friend. I’ll forever miss that chains-and-rings-jangling-when-he-walks, leather jacket and boots wearing, handsome British devil. I’ll have a drink today in your honour, mate.
Anyway, linked here is an article which expounds on that feeling. This writer captures that - a lot better I do. Feel free to donate in his memory. Thanks.













