I'm not sure how to begin this post. The last few days have been hard with a lot of ups and downs. I ended up having a very pleasant weekend spent with friends and watching the football playoffs. I spent time with family as well. In the back of my mind though, despite the momentary good feelings, is this darkness of the disease, and the prospect of the treatment which lies ahead. I'm scared. Sometimes I sound like I'm OK and everything is holding together, but I tell my closest friends and family, and you, readers, that it is not. I am scared. I'm angry. I'm confused. And, my Father said to me, I'm in denial. All of those things. Normal, I am sure, but hard and taxing on the emotions. There isn't anything I can do about it, so I go on and try my best to enjoy. I will know more tomorrow. I just again want to say thank you to my friends and family who have given me their support during this time; I could not even get up in the morning without your help.
There's another topic I want to cover: Ray Ashton, the seminal guitarist for the proto-punk group The Stooges (or Iggy and the Stooges, as in Iggy Pop), died early this morning at his home in Michigan. It appears the death was from natural causes; the police say no foul play was indicated.
I have been a fan of The Stooges ever since I realized they influenced almost every band I ever loved. A major part of the Stooges sound came from Ray Ashton. If you listen to their first record, "The Stooges," with songs like "No Fun", "I Wanna Be Your Dog" and "T.V. Eye", you will hear directly how music changed from psychedelic to punk. Without the Stooges, there are no Ramones; with out the Ramones, there is no punk.
Rest In Peace, Ray. Thanks.
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