MizzleTizzle
01-20-2004, 08:50 PM
Jesus fucking Christ I open the Press from Monday, that I skipped reading, and WHAM:
I knew this guy for over a decade. If you saw a live show at the Stone Pony, Convention Hall, Brighton Bar, Tradewinds, Birch Hill, and a dozen other live music clubs, you saw him too. If you played at a gig at one of these, he may well have helped you set up your rig, or did your lights or sound.
I won't even begin to address the 'why' that the article begs, just a fucked up story.
Helped me a hundred times when I played live, and hundreds of others when I'd DJ the Pony and he'd do Tech Work; setting it up and breaking it down, and making a band sound good.
A genuine good guy.
fuck.
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Published in the Asbury Park Press 1/19/04
By KEITH BROWN
COASTAL MONMOUTH BUREAU
BRADLEY BEACH -- A man who was using an oven to heat his apartment was found dead in his kitchen Saturday, authorities said yesterday.
James MacDonald, 40, was found lying on his back near an open oven door in the kitchen of his Main Street apartment Saturday, said First Assistant Monmouth County Prosecutor Robert A. Honecker Jr.
A fan placed near the still-warm oven was blowing heat in the direction of MacDonald's bedroom, Honecker said.
"He was apparently using the stove to supplement the heat in his apartment," he said.
An autopsy conducted yesterday by county medical examiners found that MacDonald did not die of either blunt trauma or natural causes, Honecker said. Blood tests, which among other things will determine the level of carbon monoxide in MacDonald's blood, will be returned this week, he said.
MacDonald, a stage hand at the Asbury Park Convention Center, was last seen alive between 5 and 6 p.m. Wednesday, Honecker said. The autopsy report said MacDonald had died within two days of the discovery of his body, he said.
Friends checked in on MacDonald Saturday after he did not show up for work Thursday and Friday, Honecker said. A landlord let them in to the locked apartment, where MacDonald's decomposing body was found, he said.
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just below the surface of what we might call our ordinary lives lie riches
I knew this guy for over a decade. If you saw a live show at the Stone Pony, Convention Hall, Brighton Bar, Tradewinds, Birch Hill, and a dozen other live music clubs, you saw him too. If you played at a gig at one of these, he may well have helped you set up your rig, or did your lights or sound.
I won't even begin to address the 'why' that the article begs, just a fucked up story.
Helped me a hundred times when I played live, and hundreds of others when I'd DJ the Pony and he'd do Tech Work; setting it up and breaking it down, and making a band sound good.
A genuine good guy.
fuck.
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Published in the Asbury Park Press 1/19/04
By KEITH BROWN
COASTAL MONMOUTH BUREAU
BRADLEY BEACH -- A man who was using an oven to heat his apartment was found dead in his kitchen Saturday, authorities said yesterday.
James MacDonald, 40, was found lying on his back near an open oven door in the kitchen of his Main Street apartment Saturday, said First Assistant Monmouth County Prosecutor Robert A. Honecker Jr.
A fan placed near the still-warm oven was blowing heat in the direction of MacDonald's bedroom, Honecker said.
"He was apparently using the stove to supplement the heat in his apartment," he said.
An autopsy conducted yesterday by county medical examiners found that MacDonald did not die of either blunt trauma or natural causes, Honecker said. Blood tests, which among other things will determine the level of carbon monoxide in MacDonald's blood, will be returned this week, he said.
MacDonald, a stage hand at the Asbury Park Convention Center, was last seen alive between 5 and 6 p.m. Wednesday, Honecker said. The autopsy report said MacDonald had died within two days of the discovery of his body, he said.
Friends checked in on MacDonald Saturday after he did not show up for work Thursday and Friday, Honecker said. A landlord let them in to the locked apartment, where MacDonald's decomposing body was found, he said.
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just below the surface of what we might call our ordinary lives lie riches