Alright. This is reality an not just a bad dream.
TL;DR: I'm a wuss that can't stop crying and oversharing, but dont have anyone else to vent to. Maybe I should write lyrics.
My friend who wasn't into metal brought CoB to my attention around 2002. The first i heard was Silent night Bodom night from Hatebreeder. I was into eighties stuff, NWOBHM, Sabbath, Ozzy and classic dad-rock shit. This stuff completely blew my head clean off. Fuck man. So ferocious. The sheer tempo and anger amazed me. The melodies enthralled me and i had to have them all. I'd just started learnibg guitar back then, but no way in hell would my Squier with rusty strings play CoB. I was a one man hate crew for a few years until i found likeminded people. But alas, i was the only one who stuck to CoB, and i started to look for new friends. I found this place maybe around 2007-8. I read through everything. I remember alot of threads about Joonas wanting a more ethereal and atmospheric CoB. I mostly lurked, and i lost whatever email i used for login back then. Back then i was all about the gear, but now i know how little it actually means compared to practice, LOL.
So much has happened in the years passed. I'm a grownup now. Have 2 kids and i'm a teacher. (Music and language)
I was in the middle of a meeting when i read the news. My heart sank, my stomach churned and i almost completely lost my shit. I held myself together until I could put on Tokyo Warhearts and cry it out. I can't wrap my head around the fact that he's gone and not coming back.
I know too well how alcoholism can ruin a life. My mom passed from drinking in 2019, and i myself have struggled with cannabinoid, nicotine and alcohol addiction. I quit smoking 4 years ago, drinking 5 years ago, and the weed is like 10 years ago. Nicotine gum, guitar and CoB has been my go to. Now i quit the fucking gum, and this happens.
I feel terrible that Alexi Laiho is now a definite matter. Like.. he existed from here to here, and everything he is, is now was. Theres only stories. Man was and is definitely legend, and I'll challenge anyone who says otherwise to melee combat. I feel terrible for all of us, and all future generations that we can only really guess at the mans greatness and to what extent he would have taken his music, if he'd been given the time.
I've felt horrible. I wanted to quit almost everything. Quit guitar, sell everything. Quit teaching. Ditch music altogether. But at the same time I'm fucking lit, and I want to start practising like madman to show my respect to the man. I can't go around saying he was my inspiration and not do anything about it.
Now more than ever, i know i have to carry on, rebuild, improve. Coming here to reach out, came to my mind during one of the longest mondays of my life. It seemed like i had to.
I'm still curious as to what became Alexis final demise, but i can respect his friends and familys wishes for privacy. We have no right to this knowledge, but it sure would be nice to have wisdom. Also why would it take a week for the information of his passing to get out? Did he die alone, and was only discovered now, or was there a need to coordinate the press side of things?
I guess it would just be nice to know.
To end my 'letter' to you guys, i would just say that even though i don't know any of you and i didn't know Alexi, you have to just know that you are the real motherfucking hatecrew.
Hvil i fred.