i’m on depression…

Back in December of 1997, The Sundays played a show at the Electric Factory in Philadelphia. When I found out about it, I was so excited and couldn’t wait to go. But I ended up getting grounded that week for embarking on a day-long adventure that I never told my parents about, only to call them later that evening to tell them that I was stranded with a flat tire. Boy, were they pissed. But thanks to some camera savvy fans and Youtube, I’m able to watch these videos and lament over what I missed out on…

And while we’re on the topic of The Sundays, they had some really great B-sides at the time Static & Silence was released. Be sure to give them a listen.

Gone
[DOWNLOAD]

Life Goes On
[DOWNLOAD]

Through The Dark
[DOWNLOAD]

Taken from the S2000 forums…

“Cale was severely injured yesterday (November 9th) during the second time trial session at Summit Point Raceway. He’s suffered many internal injuries, but the most severe was a serious brain injury similar to what happened to Dale Earnhardt. Before we left the hospital last night at 2am, the doctor said there was no brain activity and was recommending the removal of life support. Cale’s family is there and will make the decision. His family and his girlfriend asked me to make this post to let his car buddies know what’s going on.

His car went off Summit Main’s turn 1, tracked to the left and struck a bare concrete wall near the skid pad entrance. No one knows what happened but most suspect some form of brake failure.”

Some of my fondest memories are of you, dude…

Like the time we decided to carry out the world’s dumbest idea by holding a “World’s Drunkest Man” competition. You were a trooper, up with the rest of us at 6am, for what was to be the longest day ever. And somehow, fittingly enough, it ended on a race track. Well, sort of. It turned out to be a go-cart track, which we eventually got kicked out of after Mark and I both passed out while driving. So it turned out that you won. You are still the reigning “World’s Drunkest Man.”

And I remember the first time I looked under the hood of your car. I was amazed, dumbfounded, and humored. You go down as the only person I’ve ever known to build a turbo system out of PVC piping.

Then there was the time when you fell asleep on the couch at 1139. Bru and I tried to wake you up and ask you if you had any cigarettes. But you started talking in your sleep, saying “You’re a hundred feet off!!!” That still manages to make us laugh, even now.

And then the last time I saw you, at Josh & Gina’s wedding… The Steelers were in a playoff game that night, so you went and bought a portable TV so you wouldn’t miss a snap during the wedding reception. Then afterwards, you insisted that we all take a limo to Murphy’s, even though it was only a few blocks away. Ah yes, Murphy’s… where this picture was taken, which I will forever cherish as the best (or worst?) titty twister ever…

I know we weren’t the best of friends, but that’s just a testament to your ability to touch the lives of even the smallest of people, further evidenced by the tremendous outpouring of support, prayers, thoughts, wishes, grief, mourning, and shock of so many others all over.

Rest in peace, man. You will be forever missed.

chase… you are my hero.