Remembering Rozz

Maybe it is because October is coming, or maybe it is because of the new Christian Death 1334, or maybe it is the lonely ache in me missing my many lost friends, but lately, I cannot stop listening to Rozz Williams.

He has been gone for so long now, but his sweet sarcastic voice carries me away to safe place where it is safe to be a freak. I will never forget that day: April 1, 1998. I went online, and I saw the news that Rozz had been found hanging in his apartment. The sweetest voice of gothic music was lost to the world. We help a candle light vigil in our apartment, and prayed that this Dark Seraph would find the rest he so deserved.

The world lost a great poet that day, but thankfully his music lives on.

I find myself thinking about naming a character after Rozz in the novel I am working on, but I am not certain I could write a character worthy of his name. So I will sit here, listening to his sweet voice, and dreaming of that other world.

Even if he is not making music for us anymore, he is inspiring me and many others to stretch ourselves as his muse whispers dark words into our ears.

I miss you Rozz. I wish I could have gotten to know you.